Damn you to Hull...
Interestingly, Hull City Council is spying on me.
Idly flicking through the latest Observer, I came upon their advert for a 'Media Relations Manager'. Attempting to emphasise the hard-hitting, action-packed nature of the job, begins "If you're looking for a quiet life, buy a pair of slippers. No offence to those soft-soled readers amongst you, but this is not hot chocolate territory!" It ends: "But, if you'd rather get your slippers on and sit by the fire, then enjoy the rest of the paper!"
Witty perhaps, but also quite spookily true. At the moment of reading it, I was in fact in my slippers, sitting by the fire, drinking hot chocolate. Which probably means that I shouldn't apply, though my lack of a 'track record in serial delivery' might have something to do with that as well. (Though how hard can it be to move Weetabix from one place to another?)
Idly flicking through the latest Observer, I came upon their advert for a 'Media Relations Manager'. Attempting to emphasise the hard-hitting, action-packed nature of the job, begins "If you're looking for a quiet life, buy a pair of slippers. No offence to those soft-soled readers amongst you, but this is not hot chocolate territory!" It ends: "But, if you'd rather get your slippers on and sit by the fire, then enjoy the rest of the paper!"
Witty perhaps, but also quite spookily true. At the moment of reading it, I was in fact in my slippers, sitting by the fire, drinking hot chocolate. Which probably means that I shouldn't apply, though my lack of a 'track record in serial delivery' might have something to do with that as well. (Though how hard can it be to move Weetabix from one place to another?)