Did
some paid work experience in a Belfast newspaper years back. I got put in the marketing department, which was a bad move, as I am the world's least convincing liar. So in a desperate attempt to get me out of the office, each morning they would gave me a list of all the newsagents that carried the paper in a particular part of a county, and ask me to drive between them measuring the distances. For extra comedy value, I had of course no bloody idea where they were, so I'd usually end up at least once a day entering that two shops which were really about 100 yards apart were two or three miles apart, simply because I'd missed the second one and had to drive out of town and back in again to find it. After the first couple of days I realised they didn't give a shit about the figures, they just wanted rid of me, so I'd drive about more-or-less on the route, make up the individual figures once I got to each town, and just bugger off into the countryside and smoke a few joints while admiring the scenery and doing the Guardian crossword...
(Wong Fei-Hung - now with added flickr.com (see profile), Thu 30 Sep 2004, 19:14, Reply)