A load of tripe in tomato sauce
Honourable's, music teachers and cow-pats
Thinking back, a lot of episodes in my life have involved cows. When I say cows I refer without exception to the female version of the bovine animal and defiantly not, quote 'an unpleasant or disliked woman' unquote. I am, after all, far too much of a gentleman to tell of episodes of that kind.
Despite, unusually, having two goes at the eleven plus I failed to follow in my sisters footsteps to the local grammar school. This, an embarrassment compounded ten or so years later when a young political wannabe did just that. I console myself with the belief that had I been adorned with the middle name of Jefferson and, maybe another try or two at that troublesome exam, I now could be the Foreign Secretary. A job with a fair bit of travel and a very agreeable expenses regime.
I could even be 'The Right Honourable BrianR'...
