1. And thus it was, that on that rainless grey day, as was prophesied by those before, the shifting horizon found another steed. 2. Many riders, nay horseman, had gone before, commenting, challenging and blogging, that one may have looked upon the scene and said that this new rider was, 'late'. 3. And though late may be or may become a defining trait when in their presence, there was no doubt that the rider was there, waiting atop the hill as the day played across the sky. 4. He remarked then, to the small crowd that had gathered outside the gates of the holy city of New Cross, 5. 'Firstly, with appropriately, my first words, i must thank and congratulate those whom have passed before you, their hands tired from building roads, their passion stretched from lighting pathways to your freedom and hope. 6. Without their efforts none of you would have seen truth as clearly as your eyes can now see. Thank them, and pray hard that they are kept in good (able to type) health.' 7. And the townsfolk felt warmed by these words, recognizing that there lurked a great evil close by, one that preyed on the weak and found it hard to write without the use of large pictorial aids (but not 'aids' aids, aids like the other kind of aids, you know, aids?). 8. But then a young disciple pushed himself close to the front and over the mixture of voices proclaimed, 'But what has this got to do with London? And with the 2012 Olympics?' 9. The crowd, growing by the minute, fell silent. 'What is your reach? Will there be digital projection. because it would help if it did'. 10. The rider turned and looked down towards the new figure, a business man, dressed in an uncomplicated suit. 11. The man stared back, wiping the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his jacket, ‘All I need to know are your deliverables’.
Tardy.
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