[QUOTE] Obviously, we are not concentrating on the job in hand.[/QUOTE] Corrected. Bloody sheddi.
Talking of hard to swallow recruitment, actually getting the job could be worse. I was reading the Wiki article on Reckitt Benckiser amongst other info. Good fucking grief, the gymnastics some people elect to be put through. *Why* FFS. Are they completely fucking stupid. I can't actually conceive of the amount of tension, worry and stress it must put into their lives but I know I'd have gone axe wielding crazy.
Put themselves through? A novel form of words to describe kids being compelled to live up to the expectations of their parents.
I didn't think anyone would be so interested as to actually want to read about them. I had a passing reason. Their style of employment wasn't my focus. I'm sure google would help. I'm slightly more upset to discover The Beast owns Frank's Red Hot
Frank's Red Hot is crap. I'm sure they make it in the same factory as Dettol and Cillit Bang. If you must use a high street supermarket hot sauce, go for Tabasco Habanero.
Horrid stuff I quite like encona in a ketchup kind of way -- Catman MIB#14 SKoGA#6 TEAR#4 BOTAFOF#38 Apostle#21 COSOC#3 Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright (Remove rust to reply) 116 Giulietta 3.0l Sprint 1.7 GTV TS GT 3.2 V6 Triumph Sprint ST 1050: It's blue, see. #www.cuore-sportivo.co.uk
oh, I don't mind that either, but it's not particularly hot (though it used to be when it first launched).
Indeed. I'm glad it's not just me that thinks it's much milder than it used to be. Goes nice on an omlette in the morning. -- Catman MIB#14 SKoGA#6 TEAR#4 BOTAFOF#38 Apostle#21 COSOC#3 Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright (Remove rust to reply) 116 Giulietta 3.0l Sprint 1.7 GTV TS GT 3.2 V6 Triumph Sprint ST 1050: It's blue, see. #www.cuore-sportivo.co.uk
Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Bernard Peek I cannot help feeling you have sorely misjudged your audience here...
Ah, another thread reaches the shed-biker nicety horizon. Oh, was the RNID thing only temporary then?
A lovely image of the motorcyclisti en masse driving into Ye Shedde - planks, old doors, roofing felt, tongue and groove (oo-er!), red checky curtings all 'sploding to the five points of the compass, followed by bockles of BA, PPs trundling after them, and that nail which snagged WUN's cardie on the way through...