Dribble and strap-on

Sometimes I wander how I end up in a certain place at a certain
time. I wander what decisions led me there, if I could have made better
or worse decisions which would have turned out better.

So where was I? I was at a seminar on business rates and how to avoid
them. At 8 in the morning, with what appeared to be a lot of people
happy to be listening to such stuff at 8 in the morning.

I had to make small talk (which I hate) with a woman from Biggin
Airport, listening to her insane theories about Lewisham Council. Then
a tax consultant regaled me with more ennui.

As I sat in the darkened room with a slick presentation washing over
me, I found I wasn't listening to any of the words, they sort of made
one long one, like that old pepsi ad. Until two words screamed out at
me, a dickie bowed consultant waxed lyrically about challenging
decisions, and the only two words I remembered from his contribution
were
"Strap-on" and "Dribble"

Maybe I'd come to the wrong presentation...