Thursday, December 20, 2007

The art of storytellinng

The room, animated with the whirring din of conversation, wine freely flowing, all of a sudden died to a gentle hush.

The throng of guests parting like the chorus line of a black and white 20s film.
He was heading my way.

I wiped the palm of my hand on a handerkerchief, bowed my head gently in expectation and extended my hand; a colleague sitting nearby did the intro.

Your Royal Highness this is David…….

.... Whheer! haven't I told this story before yesterday...

So what's behind this and why was Jay-zee laughing his head off

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