Where was I when Britney was conning People? Squatting in a cube at NR
Towers (the glittering 50-storey skyscraper at the heart of the worldwide NR
empire) composing an editorial paragraph for the print magazine on this very
topic.
I took as my theme the chorus of Kipling’s poem “The Sergeant’s Wedding,”
which goes thus: “Cheer for the Sergeant’s weddin’ / Give ‘em one cheer
more! / Grey gun-’orses in the lando, / An’ a rogue is married to, etc.” I
suspect, however, that this particular graf won’t make the cut. “Reasons of
space,” etc., etc.
The last quatrain of Kipling’s poem is also apt: “Bowin’ like a lady, /
Blushin’ like a lad / ‘Oo would say to see ‘em / Both is rotten bad?”
With a good grounding in Kipling, you know most of what’s worth knowing
about life.