When boredom strikes...
I worked in a Market Research Centre while at University. After a few months of sitting in the same office, repeating the same tedious spiel and phrases it warped our thinking. One depressing evening we hypothesised a Fun Day to raise awareness of Market Research; kids would jump about a bouncy castle shaped like one of our archaic, dusty, spit-flecked, dry-skin ridden computers; there would be a corkscrew shute shaped like a phone chord; grown men would walk around in Pencil and Pen costumes encouraging songs about 'verbatim' and being 'Satisfied' or 'Dissatisfied'; kids would throw keyboard button-shaped paint-bombs at a scale of 1 to 10 and if you missed a vexed man in a shirt and tie with sleeves rolled up would tut wagging a huge index finger at you... We sang the song to each other, adding verses until we had a cohesive structure, even adding a bridge before returning to its oh so jaunty chorus.

This went on and on, sending us into a delerious stupor, a spiralling pit of Market Research depression-soaked giggles.
(BeardyMat, Fri 4 Sep 2009, 20:52, Reply)