
There's one thing I hate above all else. No, not foreigners. Or Michael Page. Hippies. I fucking hate hippies. That was the best thing about yesterday, watching the police beating these crusty, ferral no-hopers to within an inch of their lives. Makes me want to chuck it all in and join the fuzz.
This brings me on to candidates who don't come to meetings properly dressed. It's only the dross but I loathe them nonetheless. Listen, you shower-dodging lentil-jockey, treehuggers don't get jobs. And don't you dare tell me you'll dress up for the interview. Bastards.
If you find yourself getting wound up today, imagine wearing full riot gear and beating a casually dressed French candidate to with a large baton. Ahhhh.



