When Two Worlds Collide

There they are, the pensioner crew, supping away as another one heads for the exits. Ms G wasn't even hanging about for her pension or taking voluntary. She just decided to walk: two years early too.
And in the adjoining room, the new MD was holding forth. You could hear the sycophantic braying of the minions at his every little joke. Today, I reckon he'll be putting a bit of stick about. Twenty mile cycles at lunchtime! Running round Arthur's Seat. Cold showers. Fun time's over, people!