It’s my experience that after a while all sorts of people get to know of your existence. Frankly some times it can be a damned nuisance. Over the years I’ve ended up talking to all sorts of people, some of whom probably were certifiable. There again at other times it can be fascinating and can open doors into an entirely different world.
But anyway, more than a couple of decades ago now, I got this phone-call completely out of the blue from a group of farming activists.
“Is Jim Webster there?”
“Oh good. We wondered if you could find out who’s responsible for the Royal parks in London.”
“You see we’ve already got a freeman of the city who’ll help us drive sheep across London Bridge but we thought we could graze them in the park and talk to people about agriculture afterwards.”
Think about it, why wouldn’t…
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