Monday, February 21, 2005

Another Field Trip or Oxford Revisited

On Saturday morning the Vice President phoned the President who was still asleep, as he does not normally get up before noon unless breakfast is served in bed. On a silver tray that is. Both the President and the VP were recovering from a spontaneous club night on Thursday, so on Friday nothing much happened. It was a cold but sunny day and the VP informed the President that he would pick him up in the Vice Presidential limousine, destination unknown. The President, who doesn't like surprises like these because they make him feel out of controle, jumped in his Presidential bath and slept a bit more. When the VP parked outside the Presidential Palace and phoned the President to tell him he was waiting outside, the President woke up (one day he will drop his Presidential mobile in his Presidential bath) and he summoned his dresser to get him ready.

The journey took them to Oxford, their beloved Oxford. Always a good place to be and never disappointing when it comes to club venues and potential members. After a healthy breakfast, the President and the VP walked around and they both noticed there was a lot going on on this lovely Saturday. They followed two policemen on patrol and tried to get arrested, but alas. What does it take to get some good value for your tax money nowadays? Just get those handcuffs out, it can't be that difficult, surely! Oh, well, instead the Presidential party went to a nice coffee house where they had to drink their coffees standing, because the VP messed up with the seating arangements. There was a potential member, the intellectual type for this was Oxford after all, but he didn't seem to get it. And that's the thing, if you don't get it, then there's no use.
Warmed up, the President and the VP continued their walk until the VP stopped and looked in the window of a shop selling antique prints. Without hesitation he walked into the shop and when he came back, he handed a print of Ariel to the President, saying that it was him.
[Story to be finished]

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