I was under the impression that I would be co writing the article that Stravaig was penning for your amusement and information, but due to procrastination beyond my control, we thought that just letting him write while he was on a roll, would be the best idea. I will however stop my daily activities now and pen a bit of my amusements for you. You might as well just get a snack or beverage, and take a moment to relax, as my information is truly more of a color commentary from the uninitiated novices eye. I did take some photos to remind me of my glorious visit to the Hallowed Halls and Offices there at the Mecca known as Troika, and I wish to share them with you. I will admit that I did not take photo's of many people, I did take a couple of Stravaig .
Lets take a look at the photo album.
My first objective was to snap the likeness of the gentle and loving Cooter, as Stravaig waxed lyrical about him in his first recording of his travels to Troika. This Canine, to whom Tim belongs to, is the most adored troika team member, I did not hear him once remark on any of the testing or the long days or even the lack of candy in Tim's desk drawer. I had heard so much about this Countdown clock that I had to see what this ominous machine looked like. I had half imagined that it would be a piece of truly gothic art sculptured with menacing gargoyles and ravens peering down upon you, sneering at the audacity of any one looking at it, wasting precious time. The hands of my imagined clock would be those of a skeleton, foretelling the doom of those who would not meet the deadline.