afternoon, all
Good afternoon - I thought I'd give this thing a try. It's for my own amusement really; those expecting to unearth smouldering passions and thwarted ambitions are most likely to be disappointed. Indeed, I had hoped that I may indulge in lashings of searingly triumphant and orgiastic prose to mark my premier appearance on this humble site, but regrettably I must instead address a greivance that came my way this morning.
I was not inconsiderably incandescent with rage at the pouting impertinence of a Royal Bank of Scotland employee this morning. She spent a frankly ludicrous length of time processing some traveller's cheques for my impending trip to Kauai'i, but instead of $200 gave me the dollars-equivalent of £200. This act I correctly interpreted as one of defiance and stupidity, committed by one whose considerable assets could have been more easily appreciated were it not for the stained, musty glass that separated us. Anyway, I am now slowly recovering from this annoyance, though it did reminded me of a rather apt song, an original Hodges&Green tribute to this most prominent of Scottish institutions:
'O, Bank of Scotland!
When will we see our money again?
That we saved and saved for,
...
Actually, I don't believe we ever got as far as a fourth line - feel free to contribute one of your own (nothing lewd or else I shall pack all this in).