And Then There Were Three
The number of tax professionals inhabiting the windowless room opposite mine has increased by one: let’s say his name is Ken.
Ken is approximately five foot five inches tall and has whiskers which look like they are drawn in pencil. This combined with his blimpish physique and tardigrade gait give the impression of a wretched but benign cartoon.
I introduce myself to Ken, or is his name Percy, I forget. The original tax guys look on, aghast.
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Wax on (but not wax off).
Posted on 18-Apr-06 at 8:35 am | PermalinkOne of my favourite words, wax.
Posted on 18-Apr-06 at 9:28 am | Permalinkbetter to wax than to wane.
Posted on 18-Apr-06 at 10:53 am | PermalinkBut still, a bit of wane never killed anyone.
Posted on 18-Apr-06 at 3:21 pm | PermalinkWane is only one step away from wine, which has to count for something. But that in turn is only one step (swig?) away from whine. Oh dear.
Posted on 19-Apr-06 at 5:12 am | Permalink