The Railway Chronicles - starlet's bags under eyes forces new photo shoot
The Railway Chronicles - starlet's bags under eyes forces new photo shoot
I was on the way up to see one of our northern NHS clients this time on what is now the national express line (what happened to the GNER?) - this was to be a difficult discussion about why they could not have a piece of software which is valued at well over a hundred grand installed for four pence halfpenny - but that’s not the subject for today as I must protect our beloved clients. I was reading through some rather incoherent essays on change management on the train up when I overheard (well strictly everyone in the cabin overhead) a Hoorah Henrietta stick insect shouting loudly into her mobile about some interview with one of her starlet clients that had been called 'orf' because said starlet had blobbed her out as it was her mothers birthday that she simply must attend. 'Daarling it is very difficult to write a gushing article about someone who is so awkward - we had arranged the interview in London as we simply had to redo the photo-shoot from last week because the pictures showed up the bags under her eye's and she had no time to do that up north so we arranged it in London to suit her then she calls it orf! … so daarling (other uses of daarling have been omitted for reasons of brevity ed.) ... we had to drag the whole team back down to London to do the re-shoot for nothing … she really is a prize **** and quite unlike her public persona but hey it pays the bills. Yes and I am orf to New York next week - I've been invited to an embassy re-launch party for Gordon Brown by the military attaché - I told him I know nothing about foreign policy or economics and we had a political editor for that ... he said no problem Gordon Brown knows nothing about politics or the global economy either that’s why we invited you - wouldn't want any intelligent discussion getting in the way of a lark and the champagne. What we want you to do it play Footsie 100 under the table and try and thaw the old bugger out. I laughed like a drain and said I would love to come, got to do my bit to help ol Gordie, so I'll park up Alice with the nanny and fly over next Monday.'
On and on she went on the mobile while I was trying to get to grips with what a 'quasi substantive critical perspective' was (I still have no clue what this student was getting at) sometimes almost getting a glimmer of what misunderstood theory he was talking about when I was constantly being dragged back by this airhead on the phone whose apparent job was to write in a glossy mag about people I could not care less about (or at least what these people are wearing). I have waxed on (on and on as we know ed.) about people who over the phone in the first class cabin tell us about their miserable lives and the last thing I want to hear are the miserable lives of celebrities from a clearly air headed magazine reporter shouting into her mobile whilst I am trying to get a grip with clearly air headed students. Why is it that these types think it is OK without any regard for the privacy of their clients to spread personal and private information right across the cabin for nosey people like myself to overhear!!
I was on the way up to see one of our northern NHS clients this time on what is now the national express line (what happened to the GNER?) - this was to be a difficult discussion about why they could not have a piece of software which is valued at well over a hundred grand installed for four pence halfpenny - but that’s not the subject for today as I must protect our beloved clients. I was reading through some rather incoherent essays on change management on the train up when I overheard (well strictly everyone in the cabin overhead) a Hoorah Henrietta stick insect shouting loudly into her mobile about some interview with one of her starlet clients that had been called 'orf' because said starlet had blobbed her out as it was her mothers birthday that she simply must attend. 'Daarling it is very difficult to write a gushing article about someone who is so awkward - we had arranged the interview in London as we simply had to redo the photo-shoot from last week because the pictures showed up the bags under her eye's and she had no time to do that up north so we arranged it in London to suit her then she calls it orf! … so daarling (other uses of daarling have been omitted for reasons of brevity ed.) ... we had to drag the whole team back down to London to do the re-shoot for nothing … she really is a prize **** and quite unlike her public persona but hey it pays the bills. Yes and I am orf to New York next week - I've been invited to an embassy re-launch party for Gordon Brown by the military attaché - I told him I know nothing about foreign policy or economics and we had a political editor for that ... he said no problem Gordon Brown knows nothing about politics or the global economy either that’s why we invited you - wouldn't want any intelligent discussion getting in the way of a lark and the champagne. What we want you to do it play Footsie 100 under the table and try and thaw the old bugger out. I laughed like a drain and said I would love to come, got to do my bit to help ol Gordie, so I'll park up Alice with the nanny and fly over next Monday.'
On and on she went on the mobile while I was trying to get to grips with what a 'quasi substantive critical perspective' was (I still have no clue what this student was getting at) sometimes almost getting a glimmer of what misunderstood theory he was talking about when I was constantly being dragged back by this airhead on the phone whose apparent job was to write in a glossy mag about people I could not care less about (or at least what these people are wearing). I have waxed on (on and on as we know ed.) about people who over the phone in the first class cabin tell us about their miserable lives and the last thing I want to hear are the miserable lives of celebrities from a clearly air headed magazine reporter shouting into her mobile whilst I am trying to get a grip with clearly air headed students. Why is it that these types think it is OK without any regard for the privacy of their clients to spread personal and private information right across the cabin for nosey people like myself to overhear!!
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