Lie or exaggerationI have often been liberal with the truth in job interviews and lied about certain work experiences in order to get a job. It works as I got the jobs. I am a good blagger for a girl.
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Wed 26 Nov 2003, 11:42,
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My wife........is not what you'd call the gullible type (unlike my best friend's wife, who we once convinced that you could change your birth sign by deed poll), but I have managed to assure her - after she chanced to remark that Charlotte Church had quite an appropriate name, bearing in mind the type of songs she sings - that this was an entirely intentional stagename, and her real name is Dwynwyn Rhys-Evans. The worrying thing is, that I have heard her pass on this "fact" to numerous of her friends, and THEY all believed it too....
Perhaps I'm better at this lying lark than I give myself credit for....
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Wed 26 Nov 2003, 12:18,
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Perhaps I'm better at this lying lark than I give myself credit for....
Over-blaggingMy best blag got me a job with a high-class shop-fitting firm, with a view to becoming foreman after 3 terms at furniture college and 18 months on the enterprise allowance scheme.
I managed to last the day - just - after having to unload a lorry load of 18mm MDF sheets (8' x 4'), and taking about an hour to cut up some boards that I should have done in ten minutes. We parted by mutual consent.
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Wed 26 Nov 2003, 14:22,
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I managed to last the day - just - after having to unload a lorry load of 18mm MDF sheets (8' x 4'), and taking about an hour to cut up some boards that I should have done in ten minutes. We parted by mutual consent.
Mmmm the Imaginative Truth........ I too am a champion blagger lass and actually became rather infamous round my parts for my extention of this into a more 'productive' application other than to other freinds parents that i was a sweet gal and wasn't really gettin there precious child stoned out of its brain.
I decided it would be nice to get a few free cd's & gig's. In the early 90's this kinda thing was an absolute doddle. I used to get all sorts from guillible press officers all over the uk on the guise that I was writing a fanzine..... Which i never really got round to.
I think the best thing I blagged was when Oasis were at there peak playing their 1st arena gig on home turf. I was with a mate, it was Sunday, we were bored. I called the stadium where the gig was, managed somehow to get onto the tour manager and gave this cock and bull story that it was my first feature for *undisclosed* magazine and I'd had my bag stolen on the train on the journey up from London (I wasn't even living in London but the town where the gig was. *i feel so bad even explaining this*) My tickets were in the bag see? And coz I couldn't get hold of my editor being a Sunday and in the era when no-one really had a moblie, my BIG BREAK etc etc. Half an hour later I called back and was instructed to come to the main reception when I arrived.
My and mate arrived at the arena to be met by two red coated fellas who escorted us round the circumfernce of the arena. Naturally I cacked my pants thinking we had been sprung somehow. However much to our pleasure we got escorted into a VIP box next to the stage. I sat next to Robbie Williams, Helena Christiana. Also in close proximity were Bono, George Michael and varios other bile inducing stars. We got champagne too. Well, needless to say that empowered a greed for this life and needless to say I have since blagged into numerous events, festivals, party's. I gave up this filth a few years ago and loved evey minute of it even if I was lying for a large part to get where I wanted. Am i bad????
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Wed 26 Nov 2003, 18:16,
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I decided it would be nice to get a few free cd's & gig's. In the early 90's this kinda thing was an absolute doddle. I used to get all sorts from guillible press officers all over the uk on the guise that I was writing a fanzine..... Which i never really got round to.
I think the best thing I blagged was when Oasis were at there peak playing their 1st arena gig on home turf. I was with a mate, it was Sunday, we were bored. I called the stadium where the gig was, managed somehow to get onto the tour manager and gave this cock and bull story that it was my first feature for *undisclosed* magazine and I'd had my bag stolen on the train on the journey up from London (I wasn't even living in London but the town where the gig was. *i feel so bad even explaining this*) My tickets were in the bag see? And coz I couldn't get hold of my editor being a Sunday and in the era when no-one really had a moblie, my BIG BREAK etc etc. Half an hour later I called back and was instructed to come to the main reception when I arrived.
My and mate arrived at the arena to be met by two red coated fellas who escorted us round the circumfernce of the arena. Naturally I cacked my pants thinking we had been sprung somehow. However much to our pleasure we got escorted into a VIP box next to the stage. I sat next to Robbie Williams, Helena Christiana. Also in close proximity were Bono, George Michael and varios other bile inducing stars. We got champagne too. Well, needless to say that empowered a greed for this life and needless to say I have since blagged into numerous events, festivals, party's. I gave up this filth a few years ago and loved evey minute of it even if I was lying for a large part to get where I wanted. Am i bad????