Pretty girl in office cringe number 2
Having clawed my way out of the stultifying miasma that is Gloucester I find myself, in 1996, behind a new, important and responsible desk in Leeds.

I'm the new gaffer, and I'm anxious to ingratiate myself with a team who had expected one of their own to be crowned head honcho.

Another office, another attractive girl. But this one knows it. She walks about the place with a catwalk swagger and her chin pointing to Jupiter. Because I've tried and failed to be prententious it's a characteristic I've little time for.

Management meeting time, after about a week. The ice is'nt quite broken but it's now thin enough that you'd not want to be skating on it.

The others are getting inquisitive and start pushing tentative questions my way - "Will there be redundancies?", "Will there be reorganisation?" etc..

The atmosphere is distinctly relaxing and I let slip that I'm recently seperated and in a new city. "Oh" comes a voice - "See anyone you fancy in the office then?"

"Well" says I, picking up on the lightening mood "That Sarah's a bit of alright but you'd think she was Kate Moss the way she struts about."

From one corner "She's got a deformed spine, you know."

From another "She's my sister."

Dogs cocks.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 19:21, Reply)