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2419. Parliamentary sub-committee meeting…

I can understand you wanting a pay rise.

At the end of the day the bottom line is on a go-forward basis. To be honest the reality at this moment in time, if you really think about it, is that it all boils down to it being what it is. The fact of the matter, with all due respect, is that it all adds up to the one thing that matters.

To make a long story short, that really is it in a nutshell.

Have a nice day.

2103. Georgina’s son was a genius.

Georgina’s son was a genius.

“My son is a genius,” Georgina said.

“I can’t believe how clever your son is,” said Isabella.

“I’ve never taught anyone of this quality before,” said Gertrude.

“He’s a walking-talking brain,” declared Herman.

“Does he get his quickness from his mother or his father?” asked Natali.

“He devours knowledge like a dinosaur devoured whatever it was they devoured,” said Angelo.

On and on went the rave statements about what a genius Georgina’s son was. And it was true. He was indeed the most boring person anyone had ever met.

1142. The local bore

Guntis was known as a boring man. That’s why a lot of people avoided him. He would set his mouth into drone and corner people with a story for ten minutes or so. Here he comes now. I must move. Oh damn.

Hello. There was this man who went to this old house that used to be owned by some socialite way back in the you-know-when, and the house was really old and full, no doubt, of memories. But this man, I think his name was Peter, went there and it had a small section of it cornered off as some sort of café. So Peter, I’m not 100% sure it was his name, but it’ll do, decided to buy something at the café. So he sat down at a table and the waitress came over and he ordered a cup of tea. And he drank the tea and then he left, but he was pleased he had visited that old home so immersed in history. It’s interesting, isn’t it, all this history? There was also another person there having a cup of tea. Actually, it might have been coffee, I don’t know, but Peter thought he’d seen her before. You never know who or what you might bump into from one day to the next. And she certainly looked familiar, but Peter couldn’t remember where he’d seen her before. It’s a small world, isn’t it? He said that the cup of tea was only averagely good. You’d think for such an historic house they’d do something with a bit of quality. Anyhow, I’ve got to go. It’s been nice talking to you.