There is a right prick called Bob who thinks he is a Commander in the Army. In actual fact I heard he was just a glorified typist. He went on to Sh*g one of his clients. Dirty Fakker. His Motto was 'want a piece of Bob, go get a job'. Don't know who was more desperate him or the client!!
A concentration camp for the unemployed. Dreadful place, truly the pits. Awful staff esp. that fat b'stard with white hair (Michael?). Mind you that was about 6 or 7 yrs ago on New deal so hopefully the fat git is dead by now with a bit of luck.