Okay,so long as others are offering themselves up for humiliation. My excuse is I was about to go on holiday and very pushed for time...
SIR JAMES CROSBY: So what qualifications would you be bringing to role of Head of Risk?
JO DAWSON: Well, I have made an in-depth study of Risk strategies...
SIR JAMES CROSBY: Good, good.
JO DAWSON: ..and the key is to seize control of Australia. I always beat my nephews when we play at Christmas.
SIR JAMES CROSBY: Ah...impressive! Perhaps we could look at a real world scenario. For instance this perpetual motion machine.
JO DAWSON: Oh that's clever.
SIR JAMES CROSBY: Suppose I was to make a big heap all our account holder's dosh – and then borrow a whole wodge more – and I was to punt the lot on this little baby whirring away for ever.
JO DAWSON: For ever?
SIR JAMES CROSBY: And ever.
JO DAWSON: I would have to warn you that there was just the teeniest, weeniest risk of violating the second law of thermodynamics. (PAUSE) But I am sure you know what you are doing, so don't go taking any notice of a girlie like me.
SIR JAMES CROSBY: That's rather a hard line to take. But fair. And if everyone else was making the same bet?
JO DAWSON: Oh I am sure it would be all right then.
SIR JAMES CROSBY: Well you certainly seem to have this risk malarky taped. Welcome to the team.
JO DAWSON: I am looking forward to working with you.
SIR JAMES CROSBY: Hah! I'm off. Cushy little billet lined up.
JO DAWSONh?
SIR JAMES CROSBY: The Financial Services Authority.
JO DAWSON: Ha ha ha ha ha - er, you're not joking are you?
I know the ending is pants, but I am reminded of Tom Lehrer's comment on why he gave up satire....)