There’s a Readers Group meeting tomorrow evening.
Hold on to your hats…
I’m chairing it.
The Lovely S, who normally runs the meeting with the sensitivity of Herbert von Karajan and the delicacy of a brain surgeon, is in the Land of My Fathers for the week.
So it falls to someone else to chair the forum and for reasons far too complicated to detail…
I have been ‘nominated’.
So rearrange these words in to a well-known phrase or saying: Myself, crapping, am, I.
This is way worse than any professional presentation I’ve ever done – and far worse than any case conference I’ve ever attended.
It’s scary stuff being in a roomfull of people who are significantly more intelligent than oneself and trying to fill The Lovely S’s shoes!