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Have you got any chicken wire?
Yes, why?
I want to make my chickens feel at home.
In Cleethorpes we call a spade a spade. We also call chickens chickens. We do not call them clucky-things. If you are already totally confused, I'll try to explain in words mono- (syllabic), poly-, and trolley-.
As an invited "insider" helping with the proofreading for the CongressNews, I have seen chickens and I have seen chicken wire. The people involved in the production of the journal are the chickens. There are many of them. Most of us are unaware of who they are, what they do and how many hours upon hours upon hours they spend surrounded by chicken wire. Pressure is the chicken wire.
I should like to give my sincerest thanks, as others have already done, do the entire editorial and production team of the journal. The congress organisers are also circumscribed by chicken wire and are no less deserving of our gratitude.
Where would this congress be without their time, goodwill, forbearance and sense of humour?
Before I flog this poor metaphor to death: if we have chickens and we have chicken wire, where is the golden egg?
It is in your hands.
France Ellul
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