I've given my all to PR this week. And thanks to my efforts, the world definitely has more PR in it. Actually - it could have less, but: a) it's not for my trying, and; b) I have no wish to measure it.
Either way, I need to recede. Not follicly, of course. My mane will remain the usual kinky folly perched on top of my dumb dome. No I'm receding from the front lines of consultancy to melt into the background of countryside.
It's time for the rut. Male deer are getting frisky and it's time for the ultimate stag party. And I intend to see this full-on nature porn at its rawest. Never seen it before so off to Rockingham Forest with my favourite girl (my trusty Canon EOS 350D) and my fiancé. Well, I need someone to help change my lenses. Ta-boom. Having captured racing camels in Northampton (not a student smoking competition), I'm looking for a more, uh, natural nature photo opp.
So whilst the youth - and possibly even the randy age-d - of London gears up for the usual weekend orgy of sex and violence, I'm off the watch violent animal sex in the country.
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