This will mean more to four certain gentlemen than it will to others !

The Milky Breast of Mother England

We're talking multi level penetration, yes, we're talking the E. I. 4, we won't mention the West Ilsley walk, OK, maybe just once more. There, was the fairest English maiden, bowling them over by the cricket green, and she had the finest set of stumps, most of us had ever seen ! We did a lot of travelling, we would just get in the car and roam, but Carlo was not much of a wanderer, quote: "Boys, please take me home" ! Do you remember the gay pub ? Built in 1301, a different age, met some lovely "fellas" there, and even pictured a dwarf on stage ! We toured the City of Winchester, in the pouring, pouring rain. We toured the City of Winchester, yes - again, again and again ! Ian went for his nightly run, what was he running from ? There was no chance we would catch him, two Aussies and an overweight Pom ! Now this isn't rocket science, getting the shadow off the batter's plate, some things are better late than never, but how about never or just plain late ? Now we're back and the job's on, can't deny we had a real crack, but its time to tuck the rabbit's ears in, now there's no turning back. So we've sliced and diced, we've put our stake in the ground, we've used our gap analysis, and the new skills that we've found. We're mobilising a strategic process, we're just folding up our tent, using our scorecards and timelines. (I wish I knew what all this meant). Because we have our memories, and they will always be a focus, but can someone please, please tell me, what the hell is a locus ?

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Allen Jesson

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