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Friday, September 24, 2004
My business trip to London was good. First Class on the train is ace – I’d never done it before but I sure will again! The conference was interesting – all about email best practice, deliverability, ‘legacy lists’, stuff like that. I even bumped into an old colleague from Argos – ha, small world (although she was a little bit bigger than she used to be).
On the way back I overheard the following from other people on the train and on the radio (Roy Mallard), and made up a little poem. Here is all that…
What’s that word – ‘collaborative’ but with an ‘io’ in?
She now works in personal banking, having been promoted from impersonal banking.
Who’s ‘she’, the queen’s mother?
What would you like to change about yourself?
My inability to accept myself as I am.
The sheer volume of traffic is deafening.
I spent a year travelling around Europe by train, having failed to get off in Folkstone.
Travelling poem
The world is flat, fat,
Round actually.
There’s me, moving.
And clouds like a layer,
The sun above.
It’s nice and there are fields
With cows
And a church in the distance,
Getting closer and closer
And now further away.
The nature is a lurid green
But the towns are a subtle grey.
And the sky is grey.
But the animals are mainly white.
New colours
New Red
Kofi Annan
Operatic Blue
Barry White
Pale Breeze
Mustard Custard
Brownish Jeff
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