From the title, you might be forgiven for expecting this follow-up post to be hosted by my cheaper and slightly prettier co-host: but no! I’ve still got it baby, yeah. Or at least, enough of it. Whatever it is. (And I should point out that for personal reasons, this portion of the blog has been pre-recorded; transparency at all times…)
Anyway, enough of this embarrassing song & tap-dance of a preamble- let’s get on with the show!
The results.
Firstly, I need to state that this is in no way scientific, or conclusive, in terms of establishing the opinions and personal preferences of Library staff. Secondly, in terms of the number of participants in the survey, to call this a ‘snapshot’ of Library thinking would be overselling it. Thank you, though, to all 3 of you who responded.
So, here we go.
The tension mounts.
Nails are chewed.
Edges of seats are occupied.
What will the recriminations be? Let the debating commence!
Finally, I couldn’t end this results post without giving in to public demand. Remember- you voted for it. It’s your own fault:
(All I’m saying is- the hair and the keyboard player…)
For Your I.A.s Only 
We should have a toga day..
Rowena
Clearly the 30% of us who were born north of Watford are the CORRECT 30% who voted for the Only True Sausage Sandwich Sauce.
Internet & Sausage Sandwiches: Serious Business.
Oh, of course, 100% correct. It’s all about brown sauce. Yay brown sauce! (It’s quite clearly all about ketchup)
I appreciated the chocolate biscuit loophole. Otherwise I’d still be anxiously deciding and would not have completed the survey.
I look forward to wear your toga to work day.
H
We’ll try and fix it so it coincides with #wigmonday…
Ha ha! I just watched the BRC video ALL the way through with no sound. Waited until 2:26 for the keyboard player to come in. BRC is a whirling dervish at the end – boy is he hot!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Just catching up on 23 things and thought I’d spy on what others have done. I am now sitting at the enquiry desk in Gray’s Inn, alone save for a solitary student on the top floor craving a sausage sandwich (sans brown sauce) and a gin, humming Achey Breaky Heart and wondering if I can fashion my giant flowery scarf into a toga. If things don’t pick up down here I might just try it…
It’s fair to say 23 Things City took a decidedly tangential sidestep that week..!