the head gaffer emailed us all that she was coerced into taking part in the Workplacewotsit Idol tosh this very afternoon. at 1600 hours WIST.
as she claimed that she can't quite carry a tune, and as such, she'd like us to either:
1. join her in a duet or summat
2. come along to boost her ego lend her our moral support
yeah right. as if i've got nothing better to do, eh. well, as the eventual winner would be rewarded with an iPod, which curry-favouring git wouldn't?
oh yes, me hypocritical gaffer comes to mind. and i'm afraid the whole lot of us lowly slave-labourers would be shepherded into the studio, i'd wager.
as enscribed by the letter b @ July 21, 2004 03:38 AM