I am reminded of the wisdom of my good friend Malcolm Steward, scribe emeritus of this parish, walking round the Sennheiser factory with a monumental hangover, and surveying endless massive and light-green-painted pieces of industrial hardware with a mixture of bland distraction and concern about the whereabouts of the next ***-break.
On being told by the umpteenth Herr Doctor Professor "And this is our boring machine", said scribe was heard to mutter, in a stage mutter probably heard across the next valley, "And how is this different from all the other boring machines we've seen?"