The Story of NVQs - Sheffield - Things To Do Reviews

Once upon a time, there was a nutty vagrant - Quinby, who was not very qualified. Nutty vagrant Quinby normally vacationed quietly in a nice violet quarry, with nothing vastly quality. Nattering very queerly to himself, nutty vagrant Quinby noticed various quandaries and notable vino quantities in his life.

Nutty vagrant Quinby was not near various queues, nor neatly visiting Queens. Neither was he nastily vomiting quorn, nor varying quotas.

Nutty vagrant Quinby was nearly visibly quiescent.

Nasty violent Quincy then arrived on his noisy vast quad-bike, not via Qantas, nor vis Q-ship.

Nasty violent Quincy had a novel vast quiff, and was normally very quotable, but was noticeably vocally quiet as he had the nasty virus quilleruminuminarorinumorus. The nasty virus quilleruminuminarorinumorus needed various quality normally voucher qualified medicines.

Nasty violent Quincy nonchalantly vaulted quadruple rocks, never visited Quebec - normally viciously quizzing nimble volleyball queens.

Nutty vagrant Quinby noticed visiting Quincy.

Nasty violent Quincy neurotically 'voided quiche.

Nutty vagrant Quinby negotiated various quantifiables.

Nasty violent Quincy then said “I invented National Vocational Qualifications”.

Nutty vagrant Quinby never verified quotes.

THE END

PS

There is no real point to this blog entry, except that I had a photo I like with nothing to accompany it , and a story but nowhere to put it - so I thought I'd merge the two.

PPS

The story was inspired by the NVQ web page called “The story of NVQs”. I'd advise you to google it, but frankly the plot isn't up to much.

PPPS

The photo is a close up of my hotel light bulb from my London trip by the way – and is the only thing even remotely related to travel on this page.

Thank You.