Well, I don’t know whether she’s right or not, although it strikes me that she probably is because that’s how most things are run these days. What I do know is that it takes a lot of guts to stand in the lion’s den and berate the lion, and if I were her dad I would be bloody proud of her.
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You should have read the post I typed up at around 2 o'clock this morning. It was very strange, and even after a beer and several scotches I realised that it would have gained me nothing but an unwarranted reputation, and possibly cost me dear. I found it highly amusing and was almost desperate to throw it up, but a small voice whispered incessantly in my ear, informing me that certain styles of humour do not travel well beyond what I still like to call a mind. Discretion won the argument. I didn’t even save the file.
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And the difference between the two is that the Sarah Haynes speech was borne on the wings of honourable mission, whereas my post was just self-indulgent silliness.