4/25/15 03:58 pm - pouring boiling oil onto companymanglements' turbotcharged water-dwellers?
various more or less obscure organisations have bored their ways gnurrlike from the voodvork out - the one whose existence was least suspected by yrhmbl srppint. hitherto being
the potato council.
quite where, and in what manner of boardroom, within which, probabubbly lincolnshire poach^W city, and how frequently, out of elective fever^W season, this shadowy body may meet, yr hmbl srppint cannot say; but hearing of its existence for the very first time last week, i was immediately struck by the following thoughts and queries:
is there aught but malt & cider vinegar and non-brewed condiment available for the council members to fill their glasses (or have them filled for them, more like)?
do council members have a simple choice of mayonnaise and real salad cream, or are they further pampered with offerings of sandwich spread?
are they required to cluster closely around the board table in sit-up and beg (if padded) chippendale wooden arm-chairs, or do they get to lounge around on comfy sofas whilst they engage in silent contemplation of the menu^W order sheet proffered for their consideration, with quiet satisfaction at the range of matters arising in front of them for their inevitable approval?
- for, in the doubtless telepathic communications between and amongst all associations (commonly called "clumps") within the potato council,
the aeyes always have it.