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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.
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11 comments:

  1. A Passer-By8:20 AM

    Why weren't you on the Amarillo clip?

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  2. Phil's Mum8:27 AM

    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.

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  3. Poirot2:44 PM

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

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  4. Jon the Bassist2:46 PM

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

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  5. Phil's Mum5:34 PM

    Lets hope the French can't speak English!

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  6. Poirot6:27 PM

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

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  7. Poirot6:28 PM

    If we can smell something foul is it chicken chausseur?

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  8. Phil6:37 PM

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

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  9. Phil6:39 PM

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

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  10. Phil6:40 PM

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

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  11. Phil's Mum7:37 PM

    I'm keeping right out of this.

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