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Like modern day knights we muster around a table. We don’t wear shiny armour we wear suits that are 50% polyester 50% rayon. Our jousting poles are have been replaced with nervously bitten biros, and on a fuzzy screen the MD appears speaking from a country where the currency is colourful but ultimately worthless. His voice is delayed giving and talks of mergers, leverage & buy outs. But I fade out like a ghost image in a propaganda film, doodling hieroglyphics on a pad. From the window I see workmen digging a hole and I wonder will they ever reach China?
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Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
accountants of the round table
Like modern day knights we muster around a table. We don’t wear shiny armour we wear suits that are 50% polyester 50% rayon. Our jousting poles are have been replaced with nervously bitten biros, and on a fuzzy screen the MD appears speaking from a country where the currency is colourful but ultimately worthless. His voice is delayed giving and talks of mergers, leverage & buy outs. But I fade out like a ghost image in a propaganda film, doodling hieroglyphics on a pad. From the window I see workmen digging a hole and I wonder will they ever reach China?
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Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
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