My unbounded admiration for your turn of phrase, despite – in fact, because of your Twitter based potty mouth – has just notched upwards another echelon. Clever girl.
Whilst watching a film recently, I was struck by something. It was only a thought and I was rather squiffy so it didn’t hurt too much, but still, I should probably wear a crash helmet and goggles whilst doing these things. My mind was taken by one line in particular, which was one of those well known phrases that my grandmother would likely have trotted out, and I would have had no use for while elbow deep in Fuzzy Felt Farmyard and don’t-tell-your-mother Kit Kats. Well now I do. The phrase, for those of you not currently swept up in a haze of nostalgic Fuzzy Felt memories, is “he who pays the piper calls the tune”.
The reason this phrase caught my attention is that I, and most people I know, seem to spend a great deal of time embroiled in some bitterly frustrating battle with utility and service…
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