The Dirty Secrets of Your Trade
So, Television is a hot bed of lies, deceit and made up competitions. We can't say that we are that surprised... every job is full of this stuff. It's not like the newspapers currently kicking TV whilst it is down are all that innocent.
We'd like you to even things out a bit. Spill the beans on your own trade. Tell us the dirty secrets that the public need to know.
( , Thu 27 Sep 2007, 10:31)
So, Television is a hot bed of lies, deceit and made up competitions. We can't say that we are that surprised... every job is full of this stuff. It's not like the newspapers currently kicking TV whilst it is down are all that innocent.
We'd like you to even things out a bit. Spill the beans on your own trade. Tell us the dirty secrets that the public need to know.
( , Thu 27 Sep 2007, 10:31)
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Legend has it that a well-known member of Corby's club/pub community managed to cheat a pair of first-class, all expenses-paid tickets to Australia in the early 1980s from the manufacturer of (what is these days) an inexplicably popular Aussie lager.
The brewery was trying to break into the UK market at the time so it ran a promotional competition for landlords, offering this fantastic prize to the licensee that could sell the most fizzy yellow pisswater per square foot of premises. The landlord of the tale only ran a small pub and a nightclub in the town at the time, but being of an unscrupulous nature (he regularly recycled the drip trays into customers' drinks) he decided to change all his variously-branded lager taps to pour the same Antipodean poison, but with slightly different mixtures of gas and liquid for each one.
Corby was (and still is) full of alcoholics and his idiot customers were prime examples. They were all so hopelessly drunk *all the time*, they never noticed that all the beer tasted the same so the amoral tinker won the competition by a landslide margin.
( , Fri 28 Sep 2007, 14:29, Reply)
Legend has it that a well-known member of Corby's club/pub community managed to cheat a pair of first-class, all expenses-paid tickets to Australia in the early 1980s from the manufacturer of (what is these days) an inexplicably popular Aussie lager.
The brewery was trying to break into the UK market at the time so it ran a promotional competition for landlords, offering this fantastic prize to the licensee that could sell the most fizzy yellow pisswater per square foot of premises. The landlord of the tale only ran a small pub and a nightclub in the town at the time, but being of an unscrupulous nature (he regularly recycled the drip trays into customers' drinks) he decided to change all his variously-branded lager taps to pour the same Antipodean poison, but with slightly different mixtures of gas and liquid for each one.
Corby was (and still is) full of alcoholics and his idiot customers were prime examples. They were all so hopelessly drunk *all the time*, they never noticed that all the beer tasted the same so the amoral tinker won the competition by a landslide margin.
( , Fri 28 Sep 2007, 14:29, Reply)
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