The City in the 1980s
Loads of testosterone, long booze-fuelled lunches, larger-than-life characters, etc, etc.

My boss (a Lloyd's insurance broker) attended a meeting where he had to try to mediate a dispute between underwriter and client - there was a lot of money at stake, and neither party looked like budging.

At one point (and this was post-lunch) the underwriter stood up, walked round the table and stood by the side of the client (who was sat down).

The client looks up, and asks whether there is a problem.

"Not really", says the underwriter. "I'm just debating whether to whip my cock out, stick it in your ear, and try and fuck some sense into you".

Negotiations were concluded pretty swiftly after that.

Length? Sadly the underwriter never carried out his threat, so we'll never know.
(Capo, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 10:55, 1 reply)

Awesome!
I'll have to see if I can work that one in when my appraisal comes up in a few months time.
(RVD420 has his world coming down on, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 11:00, closed)