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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

As a general rule, we only ever get 'Emergency Communications' sent out to all hospital staff in the event of a major terrorist attack, imminent tsunami, or simply as a warning that the Chief Executive's doing his Amarillo dance again. But that all changed at lunchtime today with the arrival of my favourite ever crisis management e-mail, which came winging its way into my inbox at 12:25 with a suitable sense of panic...


Yep, apparently it's true. If you can smell something foul, it's just the French.

11 comments:

A Passer-By said...

Why weren't you on the Amarillo clip?

Phil's Mum said...

I love that story!  I'm so annoyed that I didn't get the chance to smell it when I took Amelie to nursery yesterday, due to my continuing lack of smell.

Poirot said...

Trust you to sniff out the best work e-mail ever!

Jon the Bassist said...

Phil, I have never been French, but I think your cheap jibe at them smelling is a bit below the belt. 

Phil's Mum said...

Lets hope the French can't speak English!

Poirot said...

Phil's Mum I'm sure they can, ne regardez pas autre que moi (though je suis Belgique)

Poirot said...

If we can smell something foul is it chicken chausseur?

Phil said...

If it's foul and French, it's the coq au vin.

Phil said...

And it's the coq that's below the belt...

Phil said...

And it's the coq that's a bit below the belt.

Phil's Mum said...

I'm keeping right out of this.