beancounter
Well-Known Member
....I'm going on a corporate jolly to Cowes week.
Beancounters are not often let out of their little hutch, but our Pension Advisers invited me to go along on their chartered boat for a bit of inter-firm racing (presumably the much-derided-on-Scuttlebutt Sunsail 37 footers).
Yea, Brethren (and Sistren), I realise I am staying from the mud-stained path of East Coast righteousness. I am deserting smocks and boiler suits for pastel trews and cute little yachting caps. In my madness I shall be sipping Pimms, not quaffing of the Holy Adnams Water. In my sinning I shall grow little horns and yell "Keep clear, can't you see we're racing, you *@*!", rather than cheerily waving and raising a mug of char to passing boats.
Truly, I am beyond salvation...
Beancounters are not often let out of their little hutch, but our Pension Advisers invited me to go along on their chartered boat for a bit of inter-firm racing (presumably the much-derided-on-Scuttlebutt Sunsail 37 footers).
Yea, Brethren (and Sistren), I realise I am staying from the mud-stained path of East Coast righteousness. I am deserting smocks and boiler suits for pastel trews and cute little yachting caps. In my madness I shall be sipping Pimms, not quaffing of the Holy Adnams Water. In my sinning I shall grow little horns and yell "Keep clear, can't you see we're racing, you *@*!", rather than cheerily waving and raising a mug of char to passing boats.
Truly, I am beyond salvation...