take that!
my dad used to run a business centre for a large cockney rhyming slang bank up in manchester. when we were about 13, my best friend and i had a day's work experience there. we were shown around the office by a rather desultory and ineffectual new young chap named mark who didn't really seem to know where anything went or what he was doing.

his full name, it turned out, was mark owen and he didn't like working in the bank but he did like singing. perhaps you can see where this is going?

sure enough, a couple of months later my dad sacked him for being crap and told him to "sod off and be a popstar then". well done dad. i'd be married to robbie by now if you hadn't fucked up that introduction for me... (and possibly if i were a bloke, according to popbitch).
( rachelswipe with a fork, Mon 14 May 2007, 1:44, Reply)