And The Award For City Of The Week Goes To…

Posted on Friday 15 December 2006

Geschwister Scholl usw...Leeds.

The judges based their decision on the combination of high-quality drizzle, the Royal Armouries Museum (if you can’t make it to Leeds, they do have a branch in Kentucky) and it being a top spot for London-based quangos to get out into the provinces and give job interviews. Now, it goes without saying that the job is in central London and the three other candidates had all come up on the train from the capital, and it would be cynical to suggest that it’s only because the man giving the interview is having a weekend break in the Yorkshire Dales, but…
Of course, many other cities were contenders but Leeds clinched it when a very large, booted, bomber jacket-wearing, shaven-headed gentleman chased me out of a supermarket shouting, “Oi! You! Yeah, you, in the suit!” There was nowhere for me to run or hide and within seconds he was standing in front of me. My back was against a wall and I couldn’t really get past him.
“You dropped your wallet.” he said, handed it to me and walked off.

Song playing as this was published: Paula Cole - “Feelin’ Love”


  1.  
    Jcs
    15th December, 2006 | 6:33 pm
     

    You consider working for a halbstaatliche Organisation? Now, that’s a surprise. - I hope the interview went well.

  2.  
    15th December, 2006 | 7:11 pm
     

    Actually, when i say “quango” I meant “pressure group”. To be a lobbyist….

  3.  
    15th December, 2006 | 8:04 pm
     

    Oh, how I’m tingling with pride at the friendliness shown by a fellow tyke. See, we even have the best skinheads! And… oh no, I can’t keep that one going!

    Do you often pop to the supermarket when you have an interview?

  4.  
    820
    16th December, 2006 | 12:15 am
     

    David, Supermarkets are mandatory for interviews - if you arrive 6 hours early and have time to kill, need breath mints and Visine in order to clear up the eyes and oder from the night before….or is that just me??

  5.  
    820
    19th December, 2006 | 3:51 pm
     

    So how did the interview go?

  6.  
    20th December, 2006 | 2:19 pm
     

    David: I suspected he was from t’other side of Pennines, actually…. And I pop to the supermarket after the interview for a pre-celebratory/commissitory, er, orange juice to drink on the train to Manchester.

    820: It might just be you. My interviewer actually took me (and the other candidates - all of whom were female and blonde) to the pub for drinks. I think it can safely be said that the interviewer was “eccentric” -but he’s also the director of the group I would be working for (there are only five other workers - they have photographs on the internet and they’re all female and blonde - I reckon I have a good chance as the “diversity” candidate).

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