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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Dodgy bar.
Ever worked in a dodgy bar? I have, and it's wonderful. This place had no dirty trade secrets to speak of, it was just one big dirt. Not unhygienic, the pipes were probably the cleanest in Britain so me and my manager/mate could get free pints twice or thrice a week and write it off as wastage.
No, it was more the sort of place where you would find the occasional abandoned weapon down the side of the sofa, where opening hours did't apply because nobody would be caught dead in there during the day. We used to open after the clubs had closed, that was the only time anybody had any interest in the place. We would invite the dj or whoever back after the set, and get him to announce to the club we were having a lock in. How we got away with it is a mystery to me.
One of the few times we actually had legitimate customers wine was requested, so I was sent to the local offy to get the cheapest plonk I could find. Decanted into a superior bottle, the poor sap was none the wiser.
The bar owner also used to smoke crack in the back, but thats another story.
( , Sat 29 Sep 2007, 12:26, Reply)
Ever worked in a dodgy bar? I have, and it's wonderful. This place had no dirty trade secrets to speak of, it was just one big dirt. Not unhygienic, the pipes were probably the cleanest in Britain so me and my manager/mate could get free pints twice or thrice a week and write it off as wastage.
No, it was more the sort of place where you would find the occasional abandoned weapon down the side of the sofa, where opening hours did't apply because nobody would be caught dead in there during the day. We used to open after the clubs had closed, that was the only time anybody had any interest in the place. We would invite the dj or whoever back after the set, and get him to announce to the club we were having a lock in. How we got away with it is a mystery to me.
One of the few times we actually had legitimate customers wine was requested, so I was sent to the local offy to get the cheapest plonk I could find. Decanted into a superior bottle, the poor sap was none the wiser.
The bar owner also used to smoke crack in the back, but thats another story.
( , Sat 29 Sep 2007, 12:26, Reply)
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