dieseltaylor Posted December 22, 2009 Share Posted December 22, 2009 In extremis we have an early Christmas present to replace a DIA - a new monitor AcerP243w 24" which pivots to make reading and spreadsheeting easier. I kid you not the Declaration of Conformity is signed by: Easy Lai Director Acer Computers[shanghai]Ltd 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Affentitten Posted December 22, 2009 Share Posted December 22, 2009 My Dear Reggie, In these dark days man tends to look for little shafts of light from Heaven. My days are probably darker than yours, and I need, my God I do, all the light I can get. But I am a decent fellow, and I do not want to be mean about what little brightness is shed upon me from time to time. So I propose to share with you a tiny flash that has illuminated my sombre life, and tell you that God has given me a new Turkish colleague whose card tells me he is called Mustapha Kunt. We all feel like that, Reggie, now and then, especially when Spring is upon upon us, but few of us would care to put it on our cards. It takes a Turk to do that. Sir Archibald Clerk Kerr H.M. Ambassador, Moscow 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dieseltaylor Posted December 23, 2009 Author Share Posted December 23, 2009 Indeed the man existed! And another fun letter this one from Wellington: Gentlemen, Whilst marching from Portugal to a position which commands the approach to Madrid and the French forces, my officers have been diligently complying with your requests which have been sent by H.M. ship from London to Lisbon and thence by dispatch to our headquarters. We have enumerated our saddles, bridles, tents and tent poles, and all manner of sundry items for which His Majesty's Government holds me accountable. I have dispatched reports on the character, wit, and spleen of every officer. Each item and every farthing has been accounted for, with two regrettable exceptions for which I beg your indulgence. Unfortunately the sum of one shilling and ninepence remains unaccounted for in one infantry battalion's petty cash and there has been a hideous confusion as the the number of jars of raspberry jam issued to one cavalry regiment during a sandstorm in western Spain. This reprehensible carelessness may be related to the pressure of circumstance, since we are war with France, a fact which may come as a bit of a surprise to you gentlemen in Whitehall. This brings me to my present purpose, which is to request elucidation of my instructions from His Majesty's Government so that I may better understand why I am dragging an army over these barren plains. I construe that perforce it must be one of two alternative duties, as given below. I shall pursue either one with the best of my ability, but I cannot do both: 1. To train an army of uniformed British clerks in Spain for the benefit of the accountants and copy-boys in London or, perchance, 2. To see to it that the forces of Napoleon are driven out of Spain. Your most obedient servant, Wellington 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HarryInk Posted January 9, 2010 Share Posted January 9, 2010 Tell me it's a real letter, DT. I'd love to believe that The Boots had a sense of humour comme ca! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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