Quote: Gordon Bennett @ 6th March 2014, 7:52 AM GMTBe nice!...no, be a dick....no, be...POWER!!!
There's going to be someone else in there interviewing with me, so we'll probably take turns being nice/dick.
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Quote: Ben @ 6th March 2014, 7:38 AM GMTFor the first time ever, Ben will be the interviewer and not interviewee.
Just ask them what their favourite sitcom is and hire or fire accordingly.
Last night I went back to old family home and collected some more of my stuff and took it back to the flat. In amongst the stuff was my complete box set of Tony Hancock TV shows which for some reason I forgot to remove from my laptop bag so it's ended up with me at work.
Today the company boss is on his way into the office and according to his assistant is already in a bad mood. Some of you may recall me saying that my boss once said, "I'd rather gouge my eyes out than watch Tony Hancock".
What do you think? Should I leave the box set on the desk or keep it in my laptop bag? 
Accidentally leave it on his desk. Loaded into his computer.
why would anyone be so adverse to Tony Hancock.
That or start wearing a trilby to work and perfect a hang dog expression.
There's a woman on this train going on and on so much about her radiotherapy, that I'm losing all sympathy for her! Her poor friend must feel so awkward.
Aw. On a similarish note, I go to lunch with my mummy every week in an M&S cafe, and every single week we manage to sit next to a different old lady talking very loudly about her own or her husband's intimate medical details. It is quite astoundingly widespread. And unappetising.
Quote: sootyj @ 6th March 2014, 10:45 AM GMTwhy would anyone be so adverse to Tony Hancock.
That or start wearing a trilby to work and perfect a hang dog expression.
Homburg, innit.
You sir no nothing of cognisent dissonance
Innit
I have their first two albums on vinyl.
Quote: zooo @ 6th March 2014, 2:50 PM GMTAw. On a similarish note, I go to lunch with my mummy every week in an M&S cafe, and every single week we manage to sit next to a different old lady talking very loudly about her own or her husband's intimate medical details. It is quite astoundingly widespread. And unappetising.
Lovely! I'll cancel that crossaint...
... and bagel.
And as she's just got her colostomy bag out, I'll pass on the extra thick gravy as well.
Ten minutes ago I finally cracked and sat weeping in front of this bloody new laptop. I can't even find how to close a Word document. I thought progress meant making things simpler. And where the Hell has block and copy disappeared to on Google? I now have a blinding headache.
oh dear f**k windows 8, it does get easier