RAH! RAH! COME ON XAPHOD! BOO on the Times! Let's get that soapbox and the plaquards!
Many years ago, when I was stationed overseas in the Far East, I often tuned-in to the John Dureimas Show on AFRTS. One night he related a very interesting story about a man being spotted going into the Times with a satchel in his hand night after night. At some lenght, the guards became suspicious and stopped the man to inquire as to the nature of his business. To this the non-descript man replied that he worked there. When asked where he worked, he replied, "The chief editor's office." Well this really piqued the curiosity of the guards, who knew there was no one in the chief editor's office at night. So they asked him what did he do there. To this he replied that he had been instructed to go to the chief editor's office and wait there. If no one contacted him by morning he was to go home and come back again the following night. So they asked how long he had been doing this, to which the man replied 20 years. So then they asked what was in the satchel, to which he replied 1000 Pounds. When asked what it was for, the man replied that he didn't know what it was for, that he had merely been instructed to go to the chief editor's office and wait there with it. If no one contacted him by morning, then he was to go home.
After some further investigation into the matter the guards discovered that sometime in the past there was a big event going on in Europe and all the royal houses of Europe were involved and newspaper reporters from all across the continent were at this huge event to report it to their newspapers - except the Times. So when this huge event was reported on the front page of newspapers all across Europe, the chief editor of the Times was absolutely livid with rage that his reporter had not sent in the story to the Times. When asked why the reporter hadn't been to the event, he replied that he had no money with which to hire a boat to take him to the continent so that he could report the event; and that all the banks were closed so that he had nowhere to turn to borrow the necessary funds. To this reply the enraged chief editor said that if any such thing ever were to occur again, that all he had to do would be to come to the chief editor's office at the Times where there would be someone who would give him 1000 Pounds to meet any expenses he had to face.
-- Oh, that big event that the feckless reporter missed was going on at a place called WATERLOO!
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Keep on stepping,
Guy N. Heels
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