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A fucking interview
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The golf club looks brilliant. I can’t think of anyone better to run the entire entity. You do play golf?
Thank you. And apart from working in one, I’ve never picked up a golf club in my life and don’t feel the lack.
I’m good at faking it, but golf — that would defeat even my dissimulatory abilities, but you can easily divert them onto other topics. I was talking on my trial shift to a member about how comfortable an Audi A5 was when a friend gave me a lift to London a year ago. I rarely set foot in a car and have never travelled in an Audi in my life.
I wonder how long it’ll be until I’m taken aside and someone privately confides – “well lad, you know that the word ‘golf’ really means ‘gentlemen only, ladies forbidden?’”
Golf is in my DNA, but you wouldn’t know it from my fearful performance at the handle end of a club.
It sounds much more up your alley than pot-washing.
My Lord, why would you subject yourself to a golf club? Only as a last resort, please.
Or is it not as disagreeable as I imagine?
I’ll see you in the 19th hole Homer, and no, it’s fine. I’m going to charm the arse off them. I like that you can keep your own life to oneself. It’s early days but I like the way in which it allows me to practice my courteous but informal persona. I want to be liked, even at work, and if I learn the etiquette, and bend the manners just to the right degree, they will like me. I like these exquisite social dances, a mixture of manners and bullshitting.
And no fucking pot washing!
Your good karma is paying off… and distracted from moving records? we can only guess at what happened… but i have my hunches haha!
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