...with more inspiration than ever before! I have a new and wonderful muse who has inspired me to metaphorically get off my arse and start blogging again. Metaphorically, not literally, because to be honest, the fact that my boyfriend lives in a different part of the country is keeping me sitting at my computer for much longer than is healthy. What the hell, I don't care. His messages make me very happy and keep me sane. It takes a lot to keep me sane (see previous post) so he is doing very well indeed. *Pats Chris on the back and gives him a very nice biscuit*
I'm also aware that too much sanity is a very, very harmful thing. So here I go again...
The most recent job advert posted by my temping agency made me laugh for quite some time:
Tis good, yes? I think so. I would make an excellent pudding. I would scare the children and make up some kind of pudding-like dance and everything. I'm a grafter, me. A big, pudding-shaped grafter.A radio station based in Coventry are looking to recruit 3 Promotional People to work on Saturday 6th, Monday 11th, Tuesday 12th, Wednesday 13th and Thursday 14th December.
1 person will be required to dress up as a Christmas Pudding and the other 2 people will act as escorts for the pudding.
You will be working as part of their Christmas competition. You will walk around Coventry town centre and members of the public will approach the pudding and tell them a joke. If the pudding laughs at the joke then the member of public will win tickets to a show.
Hmm maybe not.
4 comments:
It all started with biscuits if i recall.
I totally want that job. Shall we apply as a duo?
I want a pudding with a huge moustache that can sweep away bratty children and remind old people of the not-so-great war when facial hair was rationed.
must be a tough area if a xmas pudding needs 2 bodyguards. what do they dress as?
if the pudding laughs sarcastically at a very poor joke would that still be a win?
Pudding bodyguards.. well there's my new career planned out in front of me.
I wonder what the bodyguards are protecting the pudding from? Violent custard? It is isn't it. Violent custard..
I see the bigger picture now.
There was originally only one vacancy for the pudding escort job. The dangers involved in being a pudding are clearly more extreme than originally thought. Imagine being a pudding around Christmas time. All the being set on fire, and eaten. It really doesn't bear thinking about.
Indeed Christophe, it was Rich Tea biscuits :D. We both love them if I remember. I'll stock up.
I've never liked custard, but I'm really scared of it now *shudder*. Yes, I'm glad I'm not a pudding.
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