Surely it will not shock our gentle readers when I inform them that here at the offices of The Inquisition we have one of those new-fangled electronic bulletin boards, for posting up crucial jottings about who is interrogating whom &c (coming soon: head of the Liberal Democrats). We also have, to relax us after a hard week of Inquiry, a cafe which transforms into a bar every Thursday. You can imagine my consternation upon discovering that certain habits I had wished to indulge in a little less than usual are encouraged, nay, positively mandatory on a weekly basis here at The Inquisition!
So imagine my further consternation upon reading this on the bulletin board today:
... Sorry for the late notice in telling you, but we plan to have a Wii sports night tomorrow evening in the bar...
One must conclude that the culture here at The Inquisition is truly an inspiration to all of Her Majesty's loyal servants! (And vastly preferable to a culture of pickled cabbage and suggestive vegetables, I am sure!!)
4 comments:
Culture, my dear chap, is where one finds it. It may be at the bottom of a barrel of pickles, it may be Wii-ing yourself in front of your colleagues, or it may indeed be suggestively nibbling the tip of some fine fruit of the German soil. In any case it revitalises the blood, broadens the horizons, and generally improves The World As One Knows it.
I would wholheartedly encourage you to throw caution to the wind and do your manly duty - for Queen and Country!
Very well then Mr. Nottlesby - I shall endeavour to wii myself for Queen and Country. See how one must sacrifice oneself for The Inquisition!
That's the sprit! I'm sure they'll be gathered around you in a protective circle, from the Director (Dr Sir Reginald Watermelon Bumpkinstoke-Smythe, KCMG) down to the dirty little urchin from the Mail Room, thrilled, to a man, by your prowess and aptitude!
I'm afraid, Nottlesby old boy, that this particular clockwork gaming contraption is popular only with the ladies, who monopolised it and made a terribly unbecoming racket while they bowled. I was forced to sit and chat with the Girls From the Public Health Pool (with all these new-fangled devices, we no longer have a typing pool). Oh how the world has changed since the heady days of our youth, when ladies played badminton on the lawn while the gents practiced their shooting in the indoor Quake ranges!
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