The car stood in the driveway,
The chauffeur at the gate;
I burst into her bedroom,
My watch said I was late.
I thought to find her sleeping,
To ‘kiss and run’ goodbye,
Instead, I found her towelling
Her tangled hair awry.
She smelt of sleep and flowers,
Her streaming flesh aglow.
My meetings were important;
Her towel moved to and fro...
The car and chauffeur waited,
While up in London town
Executive decisions
Were made as we lay down.
But not often enough. Not a damn sight often enough! Three quarters of all the meetings I have rushed to attend in my business career have proved a waste of time. Make that nine tenths. Who in their right mind would leave the arms of a beloved to join a bunch of puffed up bullfrogs croaking in unison? Lord knows I have spent far too many hours of my life wasting my own and my colleague’s time in pointless ‘meetings’. Hold all meetings standing up! Better still, don’t hold them!