NB: The names and personalities in the following piece of fiction have absolutely no relation to any politicians in Britain whatsoever. Any minor parallels are purely co-incedental
Company Sports Day
So, the company sports day has finished and the competitors from the other companies have gone home with their prizes. Global Business, Plc had done rather well this time, coming third only to Mercan Enterprises Inc. and The Fine Oriental China Co.
The initial ballyhoo introducing the other competing companies had gone well. There had been some sort of cabaret act based on the satellite company, London Industries' particular brand image, which seemed to have gone down well with the customers. There was also a final pageant after prize-giving in much the same genre and again, had received good reviews from the customers and shareholders.
Not all competing companies were too impressed though. Strine Pty hated GB Plc to win anything at sport and were truly miffed that their haul of prizes was more meagre than expected, and Franco S.A. were absolutely incandescent with rage. This is a company that had rivalled GB Plc for centuries, and their own beloved day of cycling competition had been overshadowed by being won by someone from this, their very rival company… the first time in living memory no less!
But now was the time to clear up after the fans had gone home in preparation for the sports day dedicated to the disabled. This was promised to be rather a good thing, but it wasn't expected to be quite up there with the original. The sports ground, which had cost an extraordinary amount of money to build (outsourcing is never cheap) was looking rather lonely now. Still, the subcontractors engaged for the sports ground construction had made a reasonable job of it – shame about the community that was already there but you can't stop progress. And they had built a brand-new shopping centre nearby. It only goes to show that Strine Pty had some rather fine members of their corporate group and were able to take home a greater prize (cash) than mere sports trophies.
The Chairman of GB Plc and his Deputy had, at last, been allowed to go on holiday. Despite a whirlwind love affair (more of which later) between Dinsdale Cameroon and Norman Gregg (whose business was nearly wiped out by a nasty pasty tax - and who shouldn't be confused with the lovable octogenarian in a beloved TV series, sadly now cancelled by the company's media department) had cooled down and they'd flounced off abroad to different locations.
The CEO of London Industries, blond bombshell Bonaparte (Boorish) Johansson had gone away from the company sports day with dreams of becoming the next Chairman of the parent company. And all this hubris stemmed from regular appearances on a news review programme: Let's poke fun at who's in the News. Who said that being famous for being famous didn't bring its own rewards?
Some said (quite reasonably) that this job should go to the organiser of the sports day, Lord Cole, as he couldn't do a worse job of running the company than the uneasy alliance between Dinsdale and Norman, and had shown himself to be a very good administrator indeed. Perhaps with the non-dynamic duo out of the way… who knows?
