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Michael Press
Guest
In article <[email protected]>,
RonSonic <[email protected]> wrote:
> The origin of the modern Olympics is based on the class structure of its day
> with the idea being that the competitors, in the true spirit of sport, would be
> a bunch of dilletante swells. The participants would be insulated from the need
> to compete against actual fencing masters or trying to out shoot a gamekeeper or
> out ride the horse trainers.
>
> These were truly second rate participants. I don't call them competitors because
> they specifically ruled out anybody who could beat the members of their class
> and station in life.
Good afternoon and welcome to Hurlingham Park. You join us
just as the competitors are running out onto the field on
this lovely winter's afternoon here, with the going firm
underfoot and very little sign of rain. Well it certainly
looks as though we're in for a splendid afternoon's sport
in this the 127th Upperclass Twit of the Year Show. The
competitors will be off in a moment so let me just
identify them for you.
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith has an O-level in chemo-hygiene.
Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive
table lamp. Nigel Incubator-Jones, his father is a
stockbroker and his mother won the Derby. Gervaise
Brook-Hamster is in the Guards, and his father uses him as
a wastepaper basket. And finally Oliver St John-Mollusc,
Harrow and the Guards, thought by many to be this year's
outstanding twit. Now they're moving up to the starting
line, there's a jolly good crowd here today. Now they're
under starter's orders... and they're off.
--
Michael Press
RonSonic <[email protected]> wrote:
> The origin of the modern Olympics is based on the class structure of its day
> with the idea being that the competitors, in the true spirit of sport, would be
> a bunch of dilletante swells. The participants would be insulated from the need
> to compete against actual fencing masters or trying to out shoot a gamekeeper or
> out ride the horse trainers.
>
> These were truly second rate participants. I don't call them competitors because
> they specifically ruled out anybody who could beat the members of their class
> and station in life.
Good afternoon and welcome to Hurlingham Park. You join us
just as the competitors are running out onto the field on
this lovely winter's afternoon here, with the going firm
underfoot and very little sign of rain. Well it certainly
looks as though we're in for a splendid afternoon's sport
in this the 127th Upperclass Twit of the Year Show. The
competitors will be off in a moment so let me just
identify them for you.
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith has an O-level in chemo-hygiene.
Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive
table lamp. Nigel Incubator-Jones, his father is a
stockbroker and his mother won the Derby. Gervaise
Brook-Hamster is in the Guards, and his father uses him as
a wastepaper basket. And finally Oliver St John-Mollusc,
Harrow and the Guards, thought by many to be this year's
outstanding twit. Now they're moving up to the starting
line, there's a jolly good crowd here today. Now they're
under starter's orders... and they're off.
--
Michael Press