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30 April 2008
22:11:00 o'clock BST
Feeling Angry
Day breaks. The phone rings. And 11 aspiring capitalists, who hope to prove that they have the mental muscle and business know-how to match the fierce minds and money-making skills of Simon 'Abandoned Puppy' Ambrose and Michelle 'Celebrity Scissorhands' Dewberry, shuffle over to Hackney Town Hall. Alan Sugar was born in Hackney, you see, and likes to remind everybody who lives in this poorest of boroughs about it by being chauffeured around the area in his Rolls Royce, nose in the air.
Sir Alan Sugar – he's a card.
And speaking of cards, this week's task is a humdinger. Not only does each team have to design five greetings cards based on a particular theme and sell them to the three biggest card retailers, they also have to create a brand new occasion to go with them. Just what the world needs! Another day of the year where you can't walk past a branch of Cards Galore without signs in the window harping at you to waste your hard-earned on trinkets featuring the wit and wisdom of Purple Ronnie. Oh good.
Michael heads up Alpha, a team that includes Lucinda, Helene, Raef, Jennifer and Lee. Meanwhile, Kevin installs himself as leader of Renaissance and promptly starts 'motivating' Jenny, Alex, Claire and Sara. “I want to be the world's most successful businessman by the age of 40”, he declares, as Sara and Claire swap looks of thinly-veiled horror.
Well, he's not going to do it with any of his team's suggestions. Jenny, she of the Bruce Forsyth jaw and Anne Robinson sneer, comes up with cards for graduation days and, more laughably, ones to show that you care about saving the earth. After all, what better way to encourage environmental awareness than chopping down an entire rainforest in order to make tacky cards that nobody but shopaholics and emotional cripples would even think twice about putting in their basket. Brilliant!
In fact, the only half-decent suggestion comes from a reluctant Sara. She suggests designing a range of cards for religious events such as Eid – an occasion that doesn't get much of a look-in in your average branch of Smiths. “There is a market for them”, she insists. However, as Jenny can't stand it when people have better ideas than her, she promptly sets about tearing Sara apart with an unhinged verbal diatribe in the style of Janet Street-Porter with toothache.
Funnily enough, a local gift shop doesn't sell cards with haikus about wind turbines and recycling your empties (which is a shame because I bet there's a lot of those round at the Amstrad offices come Monday lunchtime). And despite the clear message that they are absent because nobody would want to buy them, Kevin decides that this is a gap in the market that urgently needs to be filled. 'Save The Planet Week' is born. Cue several hours of team members coming up with limericks that primary school teachers would think better of putting on the wall.
“A house with no insulation,” begins Alex, as seven million viewers hold their heads in their hands, “Is a crime against the nation. So don't be a cheat, keep in the heat and protect the next generation.”
Imagine, for a second, receiving a card with that message inside. I for one would be walking around my house switching on all the lights, then opening all the windows and turning up the heating.
Then I'd be driving 200 yards up the road in an eighteen-wheeler and ordering a McDonalds.
“They're all getting really passionate about it!” crows Jenny, her mandible swelling with pride. “I've even had Kevin saying he'll trade his Porsche in for a bicycle”, she declares. “And Claire's going to stop taking budget flights to Faliraki! While I'm going to start growing my own potatoes in my mattress!” These last two comments she didn't make, of course, but we all know they have just as high a chance of happening as the first.
Something else unlikely to occur is Kevin letting Claire (a sales rep) and Jenny (a woman who puts the mentalist in environmentalist) make the next day's presentations to potential buyers Clinton Cards, the Celebrations Group and Tesco. “I would relish the opportunity to do it”, he says, in his weird squeaky Vicky Pollard voice. “Anyone who feels that the environment isn't worth saving is going to lose the argument.” Let's just hope his sales skills are better than his cooking.
While Kevin and Sara visit a design studio to work on the cards' layouts, Jenny, Alex and Claire hire models for a photoshoot with the brief of taking five different ecological-themed images for the front covers. Jenny, who has 'Gingerbread House' written all over her, makes a child cry while forcing him to ride a bicycle. Happy save the planet week, everyone!
Meanwhile, an unlikely male model named Tom has his picture taken while flashing his spotty arse and pretending to be farting. It's a clumsy metaphor for wind power, of course,but I do wish “committed greenie” Jenny had remembered that human-related methane production is one of the biggest problems environmental lobbyists have to tackle. Twenty-eight percent of it is produced by cattle farming; the other 72% of it is a result of the hot air belched out of Miss Celerier's unholy gob when she's in the workplace. It's true. It says so on the internet.
“I would really need to balls it up big time for it not to sell”, says Kevin, on his way to their first presentation. A self-fulfilling prophecy it is, then. Hurray!
“I want to give you some facts that are valuable not only to Clinton Cards but to every man woman and child walking this planet”, he begins, as a wobbly man and a teak-faced execublonde stare at him with murder in their eyes. Kevin then prattles on about how much rubbish gets thrown away every year (he neglects to mention the amount that gets broadcast on BBC1).
“Who do you think is going to buy these cards?”, they ask. “Do you think that's going to make anybody laugh?”, continues the woman, pointing at a card containing water-saving tips such as “Don't flush the loo / Unless you've had a poo”. (Thanks Alex.)
Kevin has the answer to that. “If you don't get behind these cards that's just the same as the US saying we don't care about pollution”, he says, as Jenny's mahoosive jaw drops and Alex cringes. Mr and Mrs Clintons certainly don't have any further questions, that's for sure.
Things are equally icy at Celebrations. “Wouldn't you save the paper and send an e-card?”, Mrs Celebrations asks. “I understand the message is good, but I'm struggling to see that the best way to deliver it is with a card”, she continues. Only the buyers at Tesco react to the idea with anything other than extreme disdain. “I feel that we captured their hearts” says Jenny, who probably has them in her bag, in a jar.
Things look equally desperate on the other team. Jennifer comes up with the idea of cards for “National Joke Day” - that one about her being the best saleswoman in Europe will be the biggest seller of all, surely - whereas Michael suggests cards for people who are about to have breast enlargements. As somebody who can't resist an appalling pun, the first tag line that came to mind was “Get well-developed soon”. Hallmark, you can have that one for free. (Add your own below, go on, make me laugh.)
However, Raef comes up with the idea of launching an official Singles' Dayto counter the swarms of pink hearts and fluffy bunnies sent between the doe-eyed every February 14th. “I like that”, says Helene (I'm saying nothing). I don't, though. It's bad enough when smug married couples try setting their happily single friends up with people more interested in picking their nose than polite conversation, but, under Raef's command, they'll now get to send them cards admonishing them for enjoying solitude. Cards signed with two names. With kisses. Those bastards. I hate them.
Um... oh yeah! The Apprentice. Right. After Michael requests for a volunteer to lead the pitch, Raef steps up. “The spoken word is my tool!” he cries. “The art of sales relies heavily on the ability to communicate efficiently and the ability to persuade... ah... and those are two abilities that I have, er, um...” he trails off.
I think we'd all rather be single than go out with Raef. No offence mate.
Meanwhile, you could knock me down with the feather from Lucinda's cap when Helene takes yet another of her innocent comments as a personal slight. “We need to to discuss the roles [at the photoshoot] between the three of us”, she suggests. “Nobody's telling me what to do”, harrumphs Helene, while hitching up her bosoms and pulling a face like Les Dawson in drag. “Lucinda's looking for an argument all the time”, she later insists. Funny how I'm not seeing that. All I'm seeing is Cindy, in her fuchsia beret and skirt, dragging along a cloud of brightly-coloured balloons while looking deeply dismayed. The moment could be a cartoon from the New Yorker. I'd buy a card with that on it. I think we all would.
Over at the printing office, Michael is wrestling with an apostrophe. As he has no idea where it should be placed in his text, he does what any of us would do and phones a national newspaper to ask. Rebuffed, he then phones the British Library, where the woman on the phone has no idea either. At this point I am so furious that I attempt to put my laptop through its own screen, and have to go and have a large bowl of blue cheese and cranberry ice cream to calm down.
Admittedly, Raef during a pitch meeting is mesmerising. “We have not just created a card, we have created an industry!” he begins. “We have created a diary entry!” the champion of the single man and woman booms, as birds on the steps outside the office take to the skies in fright. Sadly, that diary entry falls on February the 13th. “I think you'vemissed thepoint”, sighs Mr Clintons. “Forty percent of our store will have been turned over for Valentine's Day. I'm not sure we'd want to try and have it fight against one of our major seasons.”
Tesco respond equally badly. “So logistically, on the day before one of the busiest days of the year you want to try and sell different cards to what's already being sold?”, the Tesco man asks, while barely concealing his laughter. “And who's going to buy the other card?” It's simple, silly! The husband or girlfriend or... oh. Yeah. The ex, maybe? Especially if there's one reading 'Happy Cuckolding!'
By the time they reach the Celebrations Group, Michael has insisted upon not mentioning that particular date. But will this last-ditch attempt to flog cards be enough to save their skins? Only smart-arse has the answer...
“As a merchandiser, where am I going to stick this on the shelf in my shop?” Big Grey Al roars in the direction of the singles club. The environmental disasters don't come out of it very well either. “Cards are for sending a personal sentiment”, he points out. “They don't send cards to politically preach”, he continues. Perhaps Jenny, Kevin and co should have realised that part of Alan Sugar's empire is a private jets business, and therefore he probably doesn't care all that much about his carbon footprint.
Anyway, Tesco buys 6,000 environmentalism cards. That's three per UK store. I don't think that's going to go a long way in convincing China to switch to solar power. Clintons and Celebrations both decline to purchase any at all.
However, things look a bit brighter for Team Alpha, who notch up a grand total of 22,500 orders. “COME ON!” yelps Michael, in more relief than joy. The stare Margaret dishes out to him could make the Venus de Milo look away. “This outburst of yours is not something I'd condone normally in this boardroom”, Sir Alan Sugar confirms, before embarking upon an afternoon of dishing out comments like “As sure as there's a hole in my bladdy arse...”
Gone are the days when the contestants won trips on the Orient Express – this week Team Alpha is rewarded for their efforts with a private recital from the world-renowned virtuoso that is ex-Hear'Say pop star Myleene Klass. Cue Lucinda, Michael and Lee checking their watches and drinking heavily while Myleene tootles out 'Pure and Simple' on the recorder.
Kevin brings Claire and (inexplicably) Sara back into the boardroom to faceSir Alan's wrath. They also have to listen to his unbelievable musings on what's appropriate material for Clinton Cards to be stacking on their shelves. “I would have complimented you if you'd come up with a range of bereavement cards that say, 'Sorry your 11 year old beautiful child got shot in the head by a hoodie'; 'Sorry that your loving husband with two children got kicked to a pulp'. These are the things that people might have signed up to”, he states. On camera. Before an audience of millions.
Do you know what - I'd be speechless about it if I wasn't so damned angry. Firstly, how could anyone be so impossibly crass as to want to coin it out of people grieving for those who have been brutally and pointlessly murdered? And secondly, how much Grand Theft Auto does this man play of an evening? Doesn't he realise that these events thankfully take place a very small number of times a year, and thus he'd sell barely a hundred cards in total anyway?
The worst bit is that not one of the spineless twerps in there challenges him on it. Appalling.
After that little brain-not-connected-to-the-mouth incident, the rest of the show passes, for me, in a red mist. All I can really remember is Kevin getting the boot after he and Claire try and pin their failure on Sara (who, you may recall, came up with the only relatively good idea). And, worst of all, Jenny gets to survive another day.
That Sir Alan Sugar, eh? He's a “card”.
Do you think Kevin should have gone tonight? Or did you want Sara to go? And what the heck was Sir Alan talking about in the boardroom? Was it all just a big joke that I didn't pick up on? Let me know in the comments boxes below...
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22:11:00 o'clock BST
Feeling Angry
The Apprentice - Week 6
Sir Alan Sugar – he's a card.
And speaking of cards, this week's task is a humdinger. Not only does each team have to design five greetings cards based on a particular theme and sell them to the three biggest card retailers, they also have to create a brand new occasion to go with them. Just what the world needs! Another day of the year where you can't walk past a branch of Cards Galore without signs in the window harping at you to waste your hard-earned on trinkets featuring the wit and wisdom of Purple Ronnie. Oh good.
Michael heads up Alpha, a team that includes Lucinda, Helene, Raef, Jennifer and Lee. Meanwhile, Kevin installs himself as leader of Renaissance and promptly starts 'motivating' Jenny, Alex, Claire and Sara. “I want to be the world's most successful businessman by the age of 40”, he declares, as Sara and Claire swap looks of thinly-veiled horror.
Well, he's not going to do it with any of his team's suggestions. Jenny, she of the Bruce Forsyth jaw and Anne Robinson sneer, comes up with cards for graduation days and, more laughably, ones to show that you care about saving the earth. After all, what better way to encourage environmental awareness than chopping down an entire rainforest in order to make tacky cards that nobody but shopaholics and emotional cripples would even think twice about putting in their basket. Brilliant!
In fact, the only half-decent suggestion comes from a reluctant Sara. She suggests designing a range of cards for religious events such as Eid – an occasion that doesn't get much of a look-in in your average branch of Smiths. “There is a market for them”, she insists. However, as Jenny can't stand it when people have better ideas than her, she promptly sets about tearing Sara apart with an unhinged verbal diatribe in the style of Janet Street-Porter with toothache.
Funnily enough, a local gift shop doesn't sell cards with haikus about wind turbines and recycling your empties (which is a shame because I bet there's a lot of those round at the Amstrad offices come Monday lunchtime). And despite the clear message that they are absent because nobody would want to buy them, Kevin decides that this is a gap in the market that urgently needs to be filled. 'Save The Planet Week' is born. Cue several hours of team members coming up with limericks that primary school teachers would think better of putting on the wall.
“A house with no insulation,” begins Alex, as seven million viewers hold their heads in their hands, “Is a crime against the nation. So don't be a cheat, keep in the heat and protect the next generation.”
Imagine, for a second, receiving a card with that message inside. I for one would be walking around my house switching on all the lights, then opening all the windows and turning up the heating.
Then I'd be driving 200 yards up the road in an eighteen-wheeler and ordering a McDonalds.
“They're all getting really passionate about it!” crows Jenny, her mandible swelling with pride. “I've even had Kevin saying he'll trade his Porsche in for a bicycle”, she declares. “And Claire's going to stop taking budget flights to Faliraki! While I'm going to start growing my own potatoes in my mattress!” These last two comments she didn't make, of course, but we all know they have just as high a chance of happening as the first.
Something else unlikely to occur is Kevin letting Claire (a sales rep) and Jenny (a woman who puts the mentalist in environmentalist) make the next day's presentations to potential buyers Clinton Cards, the Celebrations Group and Tesco. “I would relish the opportunity to do it”, he says, in his weird squeaky Vicky Pollard voice. “Anyone who feels that the environment isn't worth saving is going to lose the argument.” Let's just hope his sales skills are better than his cooking.
While Kevin and Sara visit a design studio to work on the cards' layouts, Jenny, Alex and Claire hire models for a photoshoot with the brief of taking five different ecological-themed images for the front covers. Jenny, who has 'Gingerbread House' written all over her, makes a child cry while forcing him to ride a bicycle. Happy save the planet week, everyone!
Meanwhile, an unlikely male model named Tom has his picture taken while flashing his spotty arse and pretending to be farting. It's a clumsy metaphor for wind power, of course,but I do wish “committed greenie” Jenny had remembered that human-related methane production is one of the biggest problems environmental lobbyists have to tackle. Twenty-eight percent of it is produced by cattle farming; the other 72% of it is a result of the hot air belched out of Miss Celerier's unholy gob when she's in the workplace. It's true. It says so on the internet.
“I would really need to balls it up big time for it not to sell”, says Kevin, on his way to their first presentation. A self-fulfilling prophecy it is, then. Hurray!
“I want to give you some facts that are valuable not only to Clinton Cards but to every man woman and child walking this planet”, he begins, as a wobbly man and a teak-faced execublonde stare at him with murder in their eyes. Kevin then prattles on about how much rubbish gets thrown away every year (he neglects to mention the amount that gets broadcast on BBC1).
“Who do you think is going to buy these cards?”, they ask. “Do you think that's going to make anybody laugh?”, continues the woman, pointing at a card containing water-saving tips such as “Don't flush the loo / Unless you've had a poo”. (Thanks Alex.)
Kevin has the answer to that. “If you don't get behind these cards that's just the same as the US saying we don't care about pollution”, he says, as Jenny's mahoosive jaw drops and Alex cringes. Mr and Mrs Clintons certainly don't have any further questions, that's for sure.
Things are equally icy at Celebrations. “Wouldn't you save the paper and send an e-card?”, Mrs Celebrations asks. “I understand the message is good, but I'm struggling to see that the best way to deliver it is with a card”, she continues. Only the buyers at Tesco react to the idea with anything other than extreme disdain. “I feel that we captured their hearts” says Jenny, who probably has them in her bag, in a jar.
Things look equally desperate on the other team. Jennifer comes up with the idea of cards for “National Joke Day” - that one about her being the best saleswoman in Europe will be the biggest seller of all, surely - whereas Michael suggests cards for people who are about to have breast enlargements. As somebody who can't resist an appalling pun, the first tag line that came to mind was “Get well-developed soon”. Hallmark, you can have that one for free. (Add your own below, go on, make me laugh.)
However, Raef comes up with the idea of launching an official Singles' Dayto counter the swarms of pink hearts and fluffy bunnies sent between the doe-eyed every February 14th. “I like that”, says Helene (I'm saying nothing). I don't, though. It's bad enough when smug married couples try setting their happily single friends up with people more interested in picking their nose than polite conversation, but, under Raef's command, they'll now get to send them cards admonishing them for enjoying solitude. Cards signed with two names. With kisses. Those bastards. I hate them.
Um... oh yeah! The Apprentice. Right. After Michael requests for a volunteer to lead the pitch, Raef steps up. “The spoken word is my tool!” he cries. “The art of sales relies heavily on the ability to communicate efficiently and the ability to persuade... ah... and those are two abilities that I have, er, um...” he trails off.
I think we'd all rather be single than go out with Raef. No offence mate.
Meanwhile, you could knock me down with the feather from Lucinda's cap when Helene takes yet another of her innocent comments as a personal slight. “We need to to discuss the roles [at the photoshoot] between the three of us”, she suggests. “Nobody's telling me what to do”, harrumphs Helene, while hitching up her bosoms and pulling a face like Les Dawson in drag. “Lucinda's looking for an argument all the time”, she later insists. Funny how I'm not seeing that. All I'm seeing is Cindy, in her fuchsia beret and skirt, dragging along a cloud of brightly-coloured balloons while looking deeply dismayed. The moment could be a cartoon from the New Yorker. I'd buy a card with that on it. I think we all would.
Over at the printing office, Michael is wrestling with an apostrophe. As he has no idea where it should be placed in his text, he does what any of us would do and phones a national newspaper to ask. Rebuffed, he then phones the British Library, where the woman on the phone has no idea either. At this point I am so furious that I attempt to put my laptop through its own screen, and have to go and have a large bowl of blue cheese and cranberry ice cream to calm down.
Admittedly, Raef during a pitch meeting is mesmerising. “We have not just created a card, we have created an industry!” he begins. “We have created a diary entry!” the champion of the single man and woman booms, as birds on the steps outside the office take to the skies in fright. Sadly, that diary entry falls on February the 13th. “I think you'vemissed thepoint”, sighs Mr Clintons. “Forty percent of our store will have been turned over for Valentine's Day. I'm not sure we'd want to try and have it fight against one of our major seasons.”
Tesco respond equally badly. “So logistically, on the day before one of the busiest days of the year you want to try and sell different cards to what's already being sold?”, the Tesco man asks, while barely concealing his laughter. “And who's going to buy the other card?” It's simple, silly! The husband or girlfriend or... oh. Yeah. The ex, maybe? Especially if there's one reading 'Happy Cuckolding!'
By the time they reach the Celebrations Group, Michael has insisted upon not mentioning that particular date. But will this last-ditch attempt to flog cards be enough to save their skins? Only smart-arse has the answer...
“As a merchandiser, where am I going to stick this on the shelf in my shop?” Big Grey Al roars in the direction of the singles club. The environmental disasters don't come out of it very well either. “Cards are for sending a personal sentiment”, he points out. “They don't send cards to politically preach”, he continues. Perhaps Jenny, Kevin and co should have realised that part of Alan Sugar's empire is a private jets business, and therefore he probably doesn't care all that much about his carbon footprint.
Anyway, Tesco buys 6,000 environmentalism cards. That's three per UK store. I don't think that's going to go a long way in convincing China to switch to solar power. Clintons and Celebrations both decline to purchase any at all.
However, things look a bit brighter for Team Alpha, who notch up a grand total of 22,500 orders. “COME ON!” yelps Michael, in more relief than joy. The stare Margaret dishes out to him could make the Venus de Milo look away. “This outburst of yours is not something I'd condone normally in this boardroom”, Sir Alan Sugar confirms, before embarking upon an afternoon of dishing out comments like “As sure as there's a hole in my bladdy arse...”
Gone are the days when the contestants won trips on the Orient Express – this week Team Alpha is rewarded for their efforts with a private recital from the world-renowned virtuoso that is ex-Hear'Say pop star Myleene Klass. Cue Lucinda, Michael and Lee checking their watches and drinking heavily while Myleene tootles out 'Pure and Simple' on the recorder.
Kevin brings Claire and (inexplicably) Sara back into the boardroom to faceSir Alan's wrath. They also have to listen to his unbelievable musings on what's appropriate material for Clinton Cards to be stacking on their shelves. “I would have complimented you if you'd come up with a range of bereavement cards that say, 'Sorry your 11 year old beautiful child got shot in the head by a hoodie'; 'Sorry that your loving husband with two children got kicked to a pulp'. These are the things that people might have signed up to”, he states. On camera. Before an audience of millions.
Do you know what - I'd be speechless about it if I wasn't so damned angry. Firstly, how could anyone be so impossibly crass as to want to coin it out of people grieving for those who have been brutally and pointlessly murdered? And secondly, how much Grand Theft Auto does this man play of an evening? Doesn't he realise that these events thankfully take place a very small number of times a year, and thus he'd sell barely a hundred cards in total anyway?
The worst bit is that not one of the spineless twerps in there challenges him on it. Appalling.
After that little brain-not-connected-to-the-mouth incident, the rest of the show passes, for me, in a red mist. All I can really remember is Kevin getting the boot after he and Claire try and pin their failure on Sara (who, you may recall, came up with the only relatively good idea). And, worst of all, Jenny gets to survive another day.
That Sir Alan Sugar, eh? He's a “card”.
Do you think Kevin should have gone tonight? Or did you want Sara to go? And what the heck was Sir Alan talking about in the boardroom? Was it all just a big joke that I didn't pick up on? Let me know in the comments boxes below...
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Never understimate your power Joe!
I love the blog, by the way - look forward to it as much as the actual programme! -
"Does anyone else believe that the end goal of the apprentice isn't enough to really reach out to the best of British business people? What do you get? A 1 year contract, lots of abuse from Joe at AOL..."
Heh heh. I doubt they're having too many sleepless nights over that last bit. -
Last week on this Blog, I said that I would bet on Lee to win. BIG MISTAKE.
After his tirade against Sara he went way down in my estimation, as did Alex.
Am beiginning to see the strategy that Jenny has decided on though, first give the team a crap idea, then browbeat them into using it. Next you make the team leader sh** scared of doing the presentation (with the able assistance of Claire).
During the pitch, you slag off the use of cards for green issues, so ensuring that your team loses, then you pick out a scapegoat for the team leader to choose, to ensure that you are not in the boardroom fight.
Crazy plan, but IT WORKS.
Wonder who is on her hit list for next week if Sara is not in her team ?
Enjoy the programme, but have a great laugh at your Blog each week, and this adds to the enjoyment. -
The apprentice this week gave the viewer the best insight into playground behaviour so far. Lets start with Sara a polite well bread young woman whose suggestion to design a card for religious events. What a good idea (Personally I can think of five different religions who celebrate new year on different dates, that just for a start)
Unfortunately Sara being of a rather genteel nature lets say, had no chance against Jenny the wise known as Carrot Top, Motor Mouth, Four eyes, Jimmy hill chin (for those who are old enough to remember him) came steaming in with her nasty arrogant seething gob. Next we have Kevin hobbit man, sorry did I say man, not if he lives to be a hundred. What a pathetic little twerp. Enough said about him.
Then to add insult to injury Sara returns to the house and without letting her take breath, a flowerpot man with his hat on in the lounge begins to scream abuse at her
WHY?
If these so called young business people are suppose to be the commercial back bone of our future G-d help us. Generally speaking their behaviour is immature beyond belief
But most of all they are totally stupid, with a complete lack of any skills or control and their organisational abilities are non-existent.
In fact the only person to show any or promise was Simon who Sir Alan sent packing, big mistake Sir Alan as he could have been groomed to be an asset to your company. Sir Alan should look at the replays.
I am in my 7th decade; I would love to be in motor mouths team (Jenny) Id makes mince meat of her. What a cow she is
02/05/08 23:23