On a recent afternoon in Pretoria, after hearing several speeches at a function, a windbag gave the vote of thanks.
Instead of doing the task that he was asked to do, the windbag went on and on. He brought in his own thoughts on the topics that had been discussed, put forward his pet theories and droned on about his tired, worn-out ideologies.
In fact, he put all the attention on himself when he was supposed to thank those that made the event possible. Continue reading “Heavens open up and save us from windbag”