Once, twice, three times...
...a twat. Another day, another consultation period begins at the good ol' Rock. 680 jobs to go this time, not six months after we ditched the last 600. Even better, Catherine still has the same thing going on at her work. Still, I've got to laugh. It's that or go on a murder spree round Ipswich with a crossbow. And I don't think I could afford the train ticket or the crossbow.