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OHMANOHMAN.
Child's play: Chancellor reassures kids on economy
Gordon Brown explains Amy Winehouse to Nelson Mandela
WAY TO GO. Seriously, I think it might be time for another installment of Brownies!
Gordon was very worried. Not only had the markets declined precipitously, the finances of the UK seemed helplessly mired in insolvency and foul Icelanders, but he wasn't sure that the icing on his vanilla torte would set in time! Today was the big Parliamentary Competition, when all the MP's brought in their best crafts, and the winner would get a great big cheer, and free drinks for the whole year. Everyone spent the weeks leading up to it planning and trying to figure out who was making what; it was very exciting indeed!
The vanilla torte was a special recipe, and Gordon would not share it with anyone. He was very proud of it, for every single time he made it, it always turned out perfectly. The icing would be just hard enough to crackle a little when you bit into it then melt into your mouth, the vanilla-clove flavor of the filling complementing the sharp nuttiness of the actual cake could make even the most ardent chocoholic convert. Gordon had iced the cake last night, and then done one final layer, to smooth it out and place the little hazelnut design in the center. Now, though, he was running late; the icing hadn't quite hardened, and if he took it out now, it might smear all over.
He hopped from one foot to the other, and worried. If he didn't get there in time, then Jack would probably put on the best showing, again. Jack had been smirking all week; Gordon was convinced that even though Jack said his face was just like that, there was something up his sleeve. Probably something complicated, with fancy sugars and designs. It wasn't that Jack always won, because there were lots of MP's, and some of them worked on crafts all year, and showed them now, but Jack always seemed so pleased! It was distressing.
Finally, the cake was done! Gordon was sure of it, so he wrapped it up in a box, and rushed out the door. When he got to Parliament, everyone was grinning, in that peculiar way that people do, right before they are about to do something moderately unpleasant, but feel a bit bad about it, and want everyone to know that. There were lots of boxes and parcels, all sorts of funny shaped things wrapped in brown paper. The judging was to be that afternoon, and all the MP's solemnly promised not to peek, until they had finished their morning's work.
Gordon walked into his first meeting, intentionally acting cool and unworried. He had to make sure that the financial situation didn't get any worse. Even though he knew all about it, everytime he walked into a meeting, Gordon still worried that something even worse might appear. Alistair was smiling, a little, and Gordon was immediately relieved. If Alistair was still pleased about something, it might not be that bad. The meeting dragged on and on, but Alistair seemed to be very pleased about something. Gordon wracked his brain, and thought of scribbling a note, because things didn't seem that much better. Hmm. He then turned his thoughts back to fixing the finances of the nation.
Eventually, the meeting ended, and everyone ran out, ready to start the competition. It was sure to be a big success!
...I don't even know.
Child's play: Chancellor reassures kids on economy
Gordon Brown explains Amy Winehouse to Nelson Mandela
WAY TO GO. Seriously, I think it might be time for another installment of Brownies!
Gordon was very worried. Not only had the markets declined precipitously, the finances of the UK seemed helplessly mired in insolvency and foul Icelanders, but he wasn't sure that the icing on his vanilla torte would set in time! Today was the big Parliamentary Competition, when all the MP's brought in their best crafts, and the winner would get a great big cheer, and free drinks for the whole year. Everyone spent the weeks leading up to it planning and trying to figure out who was making what; it was very exciting indeed!
The vanilla torte was a special recipe, and Gordon would not share it with anyone. He was very proud of it, for every single time he made it, it always turned out perfectly. The icing would be just hard enough to crackle a little when you bit into it then melt into your mouth, the vanilla-clove flavor of the filling complementing the sharp nuttiness of the actual cake could make even the most ardent chocoholic convert. Gordon had iced the cake last night, and then done one final layer, to smooth it out and place the little hazelnut design in the center. Now, though, he was running late; the icing hadn't quite hardened, and if he took it out now, it might smear all over.
He hopped from one foot to the other, and worried. If he didn't get there in time, then Jack would probably put on the best showing, again. Jack had been smirking all week; Gordon was convinced that even though Jack said his face was just like that, there was something up his sleeve. Probably something complicated, with fancy sugars and designs. It wasn't that Jack always won, because there were lots of MP's, and some of them worked on crafts all year, and showed them now, but Jack always seemed so pleased! It was distressing.
Finally, the cake was done! Gordon was sure of it, so he wrapped it up in a box, and rushed out the door. When he got to Parliament, everyone was grinning, in that peculiar way that people do, right before they are about to do something moderately unpleasant, but feel a bit bad about it, and want everyone to know that. There were lots of boxes and parcels, all sorts of funny shaped things wrapped in brown paper. The judging was to be that afternoon, and all the MP's solemnly promised not to peek, until they had finished their morning's work.
Gordon walked into his first meeting, intentionally acting cool and unworried. He had to make sure that the financial situation didn't get any worse. Even though he knew all about it, everytime he walked into a meeting, Gordon still worried that something even worse might appear. Alistair was smiling, a little, and Gordon was immediately relieved. If Alistair was still pleased about something, it might not be that bad. The meeting dragged on and on, but Alistair seemed to be very pleased about something. Gordon wracked his brain, and thought of scribbling a note, because things didn't seem that much better. Hmm. He then turned his thoughts back to fixing the finances of the nation.
Eventually, the meeting ended, and everyone ran out, ready to start the competition. It was sure to be a big success!
...I don't even know.