In the beginning was The Plan.

And then came the assumptions.

And the assumptions were without form.

And suddenly The Plan was without substance.

And darkness fell upon the face of the roadies.

And they spake among themselves, saying "The Plan
is a crock of shit, and it stinketh."

And the roadies went unto the stage manager and
said, "It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the
odour thereof."

And the stage manager went unto the production
manager, saying, "It is a container of excrement,
and its fragrance is very strong, such that none
may endure it."

And the production manager went unto the tour
manager, saying, "It is a vessel of fertiliser, and
all who draw near to it are overcome by its
strength."

And the tour manager spake amongst the management
company staff, and they said one unto the other,
"It contains that which aids plant development, and
it is very strong."

And the management company staff then went unto the
management company executive, saying unto him, "It
promotes growth, and it is very powerful."

And the management company executive went unto the
Band and said unto them, "This new Plan will
promote the growth and vigour of the tour, with
powerful effects to be felt by the audience!"

And the Band looked upon The Plan and saw that it
was good.

And The Plan became Policy.

And this is how Shit Happens!


                               Author Unknown.