Eish!

Occasionally I write things down.

This apart from the obvious bits and pieces that end up here burning your eyes. Occasionally I do actually write something serious or stand up and make myself heard. I’ve done it for some time and thankfully no-one has asked me to stop. No-one I’ve heard from up here anyway. Midgets.

I also wrap presents in a presentable (hur hur) fashion. No-one will ever  ask you to stop doing that. Mind you, the A.P.B. is significantly more talented than I am, managing to wrap an entire wicker basket into a shape closely resembling a wicker basket. It was wicked.

I’m better with objects that are roughly rhomboidal. Which brings me, in a round about way, to the present. 

I have not seen the inside of a Power-Point slide in a long time. It was not really required to safely loll about on a tropical lilo for a year. The Baht is mightier than the bullet-point. Hence, my reticence to comment on a recent plea for assistance. Nobody appreciates the condescending charmless efforts of a washed out overhead-projector operator. I had to be sly. Possibly even cunning.

So I asked the Nice Dog Lady. She was to the point, advising me to make a point and then pointedly leave the room. I suspected too late that she was not referring to the actual presentation, however, the approach was multi-faceted.

“Ten bullet points son. That’s all you need to get the point across. They’ll forget everything else.”

And I metaphorically sojourned in a cool yet sophisticated manner.

“And if that fails, you can always use real bullets instead of bullet-points.”