Mornington sat back with a freshly printed New Babbage calendar for next year, throwing back a double Chivas and busilly shouting at the printer’s assistant who had held him the calendar…
“…but Mr Mornington Sir! It was’nt our fault, the ink sent from the United Kingdom was too runny and our print machin…”
“I do not CARE about your EXCUSES!” Mornington shouted as he threw the ruined calendar at the assistant. “Hundreds of copies of this damn calendar wasted…and why? Because you lot couldnt calibrate your decade old printing press to work on modern day ink!”
The assistant ran out of the hotel and bumped into one of the Port Workers who was wandering into the bar for a quick drink, he asked Mornington what the problem with the calendars was as his voice could be heard clear across half Academy.
Mornington produced one of the calendars…each month, all 12 of them, had the final number of the year…totally and completely blotted out by a massive splodge of black ink.
The port worker looked at the calendar, then at Mornington, then back at the calendar…and burst out laughing…
((the calendar will be given out with the Brunel Hall Christmas Cards later tonight…and then be up on sale for free at the entirance to Brunel Hall later on this month!))