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Mr Slop FRCS was wandering past the Esteemed Editor’s office at Lincoln’s Inn Fields when he heard a familiar booming voice.
‘Education! Education! Education! Ladies and gentlemen!’ echoed the voice. ‘We can never have too much of that old phrase from the late lamented Mr Blair!’
Slop, who had urgent business with the voice’s owner, knocked sheepishly on the door. There was a cough and a rasp.
‘I am sorry to disturb you, Sir,’ said Slop.
‘Indeed, so am I, Slop. In the middle of rehearsing my speech for next week’s Conference of Postgraduate Deans. Going to be a big moment for me and the College, Slop!’
‘I am sure they will be anticipating it greatly, Sir,’ Slop simpered.
‘Of course. Now, Slop, why not write about that this month? Must be quite a lot of surgical education at Midhampton General. Surely an angle for one of your irritating little pieces?’
‘Well, er, I suppose I might write something after the Deans’ visit us next week.’
‘Splendid, Slop! Now run along, old chap. Got to put the finishing touches on this speech!’
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