Author Archives: Frank B writes
Alex on the train
I’ve nothing against public transport per se. I just wish it wasn’t so, you know, public. There’s a pillock on the train yabbering away on his mobile. No surprise there, but what elevates him into the premier league of twatishness … Continue reading
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta
Alex at the call centre
Had to show some prospective clients round the call centre. Typical set-up: rows upon rows of 20-something phone monkeys dressed like a Top Shop window sprung to life; and about as equally productive. But I gave them the usual sales pitch: … Continue reading
Leaving TGL?
I’m in an abandoned tower block, in an abandoned city. Admittedly the lofty position does give spectacular views over the urban wasteland, sparkling in the early morning sun – it’s 8am. It also gives me something to do while he … Continue reading
A job well done
Employees at other morally dubious organisations must derive some job satisfaction from being a cog in a well-oiled machine. Some measure of self-actualisation from every dastardly plan well implemented. Knowing that their efforts are really helping the evil geniuses running … Continue reading
Jobs worth
Ok, this is new…I’ve met some cute recruitment consultants in my time, but I’ve never wanted to sleep with my line manager before. Boy she’s pretty. We’re lounging on the leather sofas in the atrium (this is a major household … Continue reading
Alex asked, ‘This coffee, it’s not really shat through a monkey, is it?’ ‘No of course not.’ he brightened at her reassurance. ‘It is shat through a Loris, completely different animal.’
Frank B writes 