I have decided that Mondays are rather tedious – lacking in interest, burdened by the woes of those who suffer from ‘Monday Morning Blues’ and oppressed by the twitter wildebeest stampeding inanely from one outrage to another.
So… in the spirit of The Olynkink games (We are no longer allowed to use the real word – the trademark police have been deployed to oppress us further)… I give you this memorable letter from ‘Our Man’ in overseas territories…. to cheer you up.
By the way – for all those who are critical of the Naysayers..like wot I am about the Olynkinks games… we paid for the games… even those of us who could not care less if a man runs 100 yards in under ten seconds… so, I defend to the death the rights of all to enjoy the games.. or, likely to be far more amusing… and enjoy the fallout to the coalition government of Ms May and her supervision of the G4S fiasco.
Anyway… on to the way our Foreign & Commonwealth Office used to do things…
The Foreign Office
6th April 1943
My Dear Reggie,
In these dark days man tends to look for little shafts of light that spill from Heaven. My days are probably darker than yours, and I need, my God I do, all the light I can get. But I am a decent fellow, and I do not want to be mean and selfish about what little brightness is shed upon me from time to time. So I propose to share with a tiny flash that has illuminated my sombre life and tell you that God has given me a new Turkish colleague whose card tells me that he is called Mustapha Kunt.
We all feel like that, Reggie, now and then, especially when spring is upon us, but few of us would dare to put it on our cards. It takes a Turk to do that.
Sir Archibald Clerk Kerr,