Small talk
Just started contracting to a major UK firm. I'd moved back to the north after having gained my colours down London. So first day on new job and time to meet the client side.

Waiting in meeting room with head of service and glanced at the name of the guy were were due to meet. "That name rings a bell, there can't be many O'Hares* in the business, I'm sure I worked with his brother two years ago when I worked at "large petrochemical data centre in Lancashire" said I. "We worked away a lot on projects around the UK together, haven't seen him in years though".

*names changed to avoid future cringes.

"Crikey, he looks just like him, must be his brother. Come to think of it I'm sure he had at least one other brother in the industry", says I as he walks in.

"Buffet say's he knows your brother. Do you have a brother called Seamus*" says service manager.

*names changed to avoid future cringes.

"I did have but he died a year ago suddenly of sleeping pneumonia in a travel lodge whilst working away on a project" says client rep.

First impressions and all that...

"it's ok we had a large familiy - 6 sisters and 5 brothers, er.. make that 4. Say's he.

Truth be told, I only open my mouth to change feet.
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