Posted on December 9, 2010 by Nell Frizzell
Britain’s most belligerent boss and the oldest mod to ever be seen leaving a lift is still on the search for a teasmaid. Or a photocopier. Or something. But in the fight to become The Apprentice, only the formidably stupid, aggressive and nasal survive. It’s week ten and somehow The Apprentice contestants have still failed to form a trade union.
In a modern communication miracle, the morning telephone call is answered by someone other than Stella. It is Hollyoaks Jamie who receives the happy news that they’re all due at Wandsworth bus garage. Is this a reminder or just how far Lord Sugarcoatednuts has come since his humble Hackney beginnings? You know, right down the Northern line.
Cue bewildering shots of Liz applying blusher to her neck (is there any situation in the world that calls for a bronzed neck?) and Chris desperately clasping an insufficiently small towel to his genitals. And so, to the garage. Forget bringing a gun to a knife fight, Lord Alanstrad has brought a Bentley to a bus garage.
“I’m giving you each an open top bus for the day,” honks Lord Sugarpuff. This is going to be the shittest re-make of Speed ever. Their job, if they chose to accept it (and it’s a miracle to me that they still do) is to start their own London tour company. Which I suspect will be a tiny bit harder for Northerners Liz and Joanna than for dyed-in-the-Thames Londonites Jamie and Stella. But hey, what’s the point of a level playing field if you are too stupid to stay vertical.
“I feel very passionate about the Cockney thing” says Stella, who proposes a tour packed with pearly kings and queens, jellied eels and rhyming slang. Or thermal tights, knock-off handbags and stray art students, seeing as they’re on Petticoat Lane.
Jamie, on the other hand, does an impression of a male model with a nasty case of Polio to illustrate his idea for a spooooky ghost and ghouls tour. Well, we all know how scary ghost stories are in broad daylight surrounded by traffic.
While scoping out the East End, Liz hones in on a jar of jellied eels like an Egyptian shark to a distracted swimmer. “You can now enjoy the smell of urine,” quips Stuart as they amble past the Whitechapel Gallery. Well… you know what those contemporary artists are like when it comes to continence.
So to the pricing. Stuart suggests £30-£40 for a walking tour of London. Which is approximately seven times the price of a one day travel card. Yes, that’s seven times more expensive than a ticket to anywhere in London. And you have to walk. Someone’s been sharpening their brain on a turnip again, haven’t they Stuart?
For Synergy, Monotone Christopher manages to broker the quite shockingly selfless deal that guarantees a tourist centre 20% of their total earnings. Yes, total earnings. That includes drinks, tips, everything.
Like beggars looking for cigarette butts and talking to automatic doors, Joanna and Jamie hustle strangers for money the the bus station. Sadly, the words ‘Sweeney Todd’ spoken in a French accent and ‘Buckingham Palace’ barked in a Mancunian twang are somehow lost in translation.
On the day of the task Team Apollo dress as up as a troupe of corporate tomatoes, replete with jaunty hats. Needless to say, Stuart illustrates perfectly the meaning of the phrase ‘straining at your buttons’. Synergy, meanwhile, go for a strong look I will coin ‘baggy stripper’ with matching navy nylon combos.
“The clock face of Big Ben is 20 diameters in width,” Jamie tells his bus of assembled tourists. Which is certainly news to Pythagoras. And to maths as a whole.
Meanwhile, Stella is giving her tourists a lovely tour of the building works, safety ramps and pneumatic drills of East London, while her Pearly King stares through glasses apparently made of paperweights. She then gets lost on Petticoat Lane. Perhaps because she’s looking for a mobile food van. Note the word ‘mobile.’ Probably not the best landmark to base your walking tour around. Still, if any of her tourists are looking for a cut-price Next suit or £1 plastic bangle they are in luck. And at least she’s got the world’s toothiest man to accompany her in a rousing chorus of Knees Up Mother Brown on the way home.
So, the task is over it’s back to the boardroom, where Karen and Nick both pretend to be consulting their notebooks, despite the fact that all that could possibly be written on those pads and files is ‘Change Sugar’s Bag’ and ‘Don’t Mention The Amstrad’.
In his summing up, Lord Sugarmort brings up the famous turf wars of Trafalgar Square. Did I say ‘turf’? What a laughable typo – mind you, this ‘f’ is terribly close to the letter ‘d’ isn’t it?
The final figures reveal that although Apollo managed to bag £834.30, Synergy leapt in to the lead with £1,099.33 profit, despite giving 20% of it away to an outside company.
So Jamie, Joanna and Chris are flying off to Jersey. Presumably to visit the billions of pounds of taxes not being paid to the British treasury. For Apollo it’s ‘gutting’ time in the café. Both Stella and Liz agree that Stuart is to blame. But will Lord Sugar agree? The answer, I’m afraid, is a painful one.
Despite the fact that Stuart didn’t have a price strategy, sold half as much as Liz and, lest we forget, has the face of a garlic naan and all the charm of bluetac, Lord Sugardaddy seems to be wavering. “I’ll make you so proud of me.” Stuart begs as he starts to unzip Alan’s trousers under the table. “I’m not a one trick pony, I’m a ten trick pony. I’m a field of ponies,” he goes on. Stuart, you are not a field of ponies. You are a white roll in human form.
So, it’s between Steady Stella, Fellatio Stuart and Unblinking Liz. Well, insanely, and in an absolute triumph of deluded male solidarity over sense, Lord Sugar chooses a sociopath over a salesperson. Liz, who Lord Sugarpuff admits has ‘consistently done well on sales throughout the process’ goes to the wall, while Tourettes Stuart goes home to wave his willy in the mirror.
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Posted on December 8, 2010 by Rob Powell
The former offices of the Conservative Party in London’s Smith Square have been taken over by the European Commission.
Around 60 EU workers will be based in the offices which will also represent the European Parliament. The European Commission purchased the property, now renamed as Europe House, for £20million.
The building was home to the Conservative Party from 1958 until 2004 and it was from there that Margaret Thatcher’s three election victories were plotted.
She famously said “No! No! No!” to Europe leading the influential Conservative Home website to suggest the EU are “cocking a snook at Conservative eurosceptics by buying the former Tory HQ.”
Foreign Secretary, William Hague, who announced his resignation as party leader outside the building following the 2001 General Election, attended the opening of Europe House on Monday, prompting his opposite number, Yvette Cooper, to tease him in the House of Commons yesterday:
“Last night, he went back to Smith square, to the old Conservative central office. From the windows where once Margaret Thatcher waved on election night now waves a blue flag with yellow stars. Where once sat Tory party researchers working on the Bruges speech, there are now French, German and Italian officials. He was invited for the opening and renaming of central office as Europe House. It cannot be easy for him.”
The Conservative Party is now based at 30 Millbank – recently targetted by student protesters.
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Posted on December 8, 2010 by John Cronin
A public-private sector office scheme in Sheffield is in the spotlight after failing to achieve planned rental income.
The New Deal for Communities body in Sheffield, known as Burngreave NDC, oversaw a project to redevelop an old office building once occupied by the Department for Social Security. Burngreave NDC spent some £4.5million converting the Sorby House building (pictured) into Grade A rated, high specification, flexible office space. The project was not expected to be profit making.
The refurbished office building was opened in 2007 with the aim of providing employment support and serviced offices for local residents and commercial floor space for businesses and third sector organisations to rent. The building offers office suites and hot-desking facilities over four floors, ranging in floor spaces from 145 sq ft up to 2532 sq ft. On site meeting room and conference facilities are also available.
The scheme faces an uncertain future however as low occupancy rates and demand from the commercial sector mean that the project is not currently financially viable according to reports, including an editorial column in The Star, a regional newspaper for South Yorks. New Deal for Communities projects are now required to put forward viable succession plans to the Government before March 2011 as central funding is scheduled to end and it was planned to turn Sorby House in to an independent, charitable trust.
However, Jeremy Diskin, executive asset manager at Burngreave NDC, has said “just 48 per cent of the building is occupied and it is not generating sufficient revenue to cover its running costs”. Burngreave NDC chair Ronnie Lewin said: “Unless we come up with a new business plan, we will have to transfer the asset back to the local authority.”
Burngreave NDC has already returned control of two other office buildings to Sheffield Council.
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Posted on December 7, 2010 by John Cronin
Leeds councillors are due to discuss office conversion plans for a landmark, former printworks building in the city centre when they meet later this week.
Property developers Rushbond plc had submitted plans initially in 2007 to convert the historic, Grade II listed Alf Cooke printworks buildings in Hunslet Road, Leeds (pictured). The developers want to partially demolish parts of two existing buildings and construct 13 office units in eight, three-storey blocks along with a cafe/restaurant, car parking and public space.
A separate planning application is required for the partial demolition of a listed building. The existing main print hall building is listed due to its significant architectural features and would be retained and converted into offices. The existing mill building would also be retained and refurbished as office space. When constructed in 1895 the building was the world’s largest print works, stretching for some 394 ft along Hunslet Road (source).
The new scheme will offer approximately 162,000 sq ft of floor space with maximum floor plates of approximately 17,700 sq ft potentially available within the converted warehouses. Typical floor plates in the new office buildings will be in the range 3,000 sq ft – 5,000 sq ft. Initial timescales indicated that a first phase of the speculative development would be available from November, 2010 but no date has been given for a revised schedule of works.
The proposed scheme has been presented on three occasions to Leeds Civic Trust and the developers indicate that the Trust have confirmed their support despite some concerns about “the bland exterior” appearance of the new office buildings. English Heritage have not offered any comments and suggest normal planning guidance should be followed on this occasion.
The report produced for the planning committee concludes that the proposed development would make effective use of a large brown field site and recommends permission be granted.
The planning committee is due to meet this Thursday.
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Posted on December 7, 2010 by Nell Frizzell
During the Roman age, citizens and subjects would take part in a festival of such ferocious drunkenness, such sexual licentiousness and such moral degradation that people were assumed to have gone temporarily insane. This bacchanalian frenzy could last up to a week during which, according to the records, ‘whoever would not submit to defilement, or shrank from violating others, was sacrificed as a victim.’
That’s right! The Christmas Party actually appears to pre-date Jesus. Someone call a scribe! Of course, it is just about possible to avoid being sacrificed as a victim at your seasonal do; it just takes balls of steel, the speed of a ninja and the cunning of a fox. So let’s get those jangling black-clad fox balls rolling
1. Don’t Sit Next To Your Boss
What are you, deranged? This is the very person you’ve been trying to hide your festering drink problem from for the last seventeen months. Now is not the time to get ‘tiddly’ with the person who pays your rent. No. If you must sit down at your Christmas Party (and, for any bosses reading this, there is nothing wrong with letting people stand up – or even sit outside in their taxis, for that matter) then make sure you are well out of sight, hearing and smell of the big cheese. If seating plan dictates that you must share elbow space with the boss then for the love of mince pies make sure you top up their glass every time they look the other way. After all, the only good boss is a shitfaced boss.
2. Wear very complicated underwear
Whether you’re a bra and knickers sort of person, or a greying Y front kind of candidate – and I wish to ascribe no gender to either choice by the way. What lies beneath is your business – make sure that on the night of your Christmas party you jettison your ‘good’ underwear for something fiendishly difficult to get off. I’m talking steel-reinforced control pants, buckles, belts, straps, buttons, double stitched seams and maybe even a set of thermals. Because, whatever happens, you do not want to be without your wonderpants at any point during the proceedings. Whether it’s photocopying or copping off, the Christmas party is never the time to let loose.
3. Eat something
We’ve all been to them – the Christmas parties where the only thing to eat is a crumpled stack of mimeograph paper and some abandoned tic tacs. Well, not this year kids. This year, food is your friend. While the recession has no doubt dented the festive drinks fund, we can all stretch to a salty snack before the hard liquor starts to flow. Not only will this soak up the worst of the wet stuff swilling about your insides, it will also give you something to vomit other than your own lung when the night is over.
4. Ask for a promotion
Well, why not? The only thing anyone is going to remember the next day is that moment when Sue from accounts sang the entire Fresh Prince of Bel Air rap to a dusty yucca plant and Tony from Estates tried to teach the CEO the Harlem Shuffle in the toilets. So, you might as well practise your promotions speech in front of the face you will one day have to convince. Just consider their flapping visage a sort of visual aid, and try not to get distracted when they start dribbling.
5. Turn your phone off
Modern communication is a wonderful thing. Until you’re three units shy of total liver failure and you’re reading through confidential work emails and text messages from your latest fling. No calls. No texts. No messages. No joke.
6. Write the name of your partner on your hand, their phone number on your arm and your address on your stomach
Well, best not to leave these things to chance, eh? Not only will the stomach tattoo come in useful when you’re slumped over in a taxi, but the name and number up your arm will trick you in to thinking you’ve had an exciting romantic liaison without the risk of actually cheating. If you’re single, then try writing your mother’s maiden name and the number of a local takeaway.
7. No games from the waist down
As much fun as passing a balloon from sweaty, static crotch to sweaty, static crotch sounds, you’re probably best off saving it for a slightly more suitable party. Like, say, a funeral. The day you go bumper to bumper with a colleague is almost certainly the last day you can convincingly challenge them about an approaching deadline or budget overspend. Of course, we all know that word games can be as boring as Hades, but better yawning than poking, if you know what I mean.
8. Make friends
This is a party after all. And if those friends happen to have a hip flask and the direct line to a prominent recruitment consultant then all the better. Just don’t say anything along the lines of ‘you’re my best friend’ or, worse, ‘I always thought you were a bit stuck up/smelly/old/thick but you’re actually a laugh!’ The Christmas party is never a time for honesty, sober or otherwise.
9. Have a get out plan
I am honestly starting to wonder suspect that people only have children in order to get out of awkward social events. A babysitter really is the Swiss passport out of the occupied territory that is the Christmas do. Simply drop a mention of a baby-sitter studying for their GCSEs and you will be met with approving, responsible smiles, allowing you free to saunter straight out and in to the sweet golden sunshine of your local lock in.
10. What happens at the Christmas party, stays at the Christmas party
Posterity can go swivel, honestly can kiss my grits and reality can eat my shorts. What happened never happened, what you heard was never said and you didn’t see me, right?
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Posted on December 6, 2010 by Rob Powell
Bloomberg, the global financial data and news supplier, is to build a new HQ in the City of London according to reports.
The company is set to build its new European headquarters at the site of Bucklersbury House in Walbrook, near the Bank of England.
An existing scheme to redevelop the site by owners, Legal and General, fell through earlier this year.
Foster and Partners have reportedly been chosen to design the new landmark building which will contain up to 500,000 sq feet of office space.
Bloomberg is currently based in other offices in the City of London, in Finsbury Square. The company was founded in 1981 by Thomas Secunda and Michael Bloomberg, now Mayor of New York.
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Posted on December 6, 2010 by John Cronin
Revised plans for two office buildings in Hammersmith, London are expected to be discussed at a forthcoming planning meeting.
Developers Development Securities and architects BFLS submitted revised plans for the speculative Hammersmith Grove mixed-use development at the end of August, 2010.
The current scheme is predominately office based and also incorporates an element of retail floor space. Two office buildings are now proposed rather than the larger, single building that was in the original plan. The original building was an all-curved design in the shape of a shell and was given the nickname of the Hammersmith Snail.
Following objections to the height and size of the original design, elements of the development have been dropped, including a proposed new cinema. Local residents action group the Brackenbury Residents Association had also argued that the development would offer little community benefit if it only consisted of commercial space. The developers response is to include space for a new public library and improvments to the public realm.
The two new buildings will offer approximately 377,000 sq ft of Grade A office accommodation. The North Building will provide 10 floors of office space above ground level whilst the South Building contains eight floors of office space above ground level. The site for the office blocks is currently used as a surface car park and is adjacent to the tube station.
A spokesperson for the developers commented: “there is demand for additional office space within Hammersmith and more offices are required so the area can compete with areas like Paddington, Chiswick and Victoria”.
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Posted on December 3, 2010 by John Cronin
The Universities Superannuation Scheme (USS) has purchased a premium London office building.
The USS is the principal final salary pension scheme provided by Universities and other associated institutions for their employees. The USS has agreed to purchase Savoy Court, a premium office building for a total of £45.4million and expects a return yield from rental income of 6.25%. The figures equate to an approximate rental price of £49 /sq ft for the combined floor space.
Seven Savoy Court (website) is adjacent to the Savoy Hotel in London’s West End and offers approximately 53,000 sq ft of Grade A office accommodation over 8 floors. The largest floor plates within the building are just over 8,000 sq ft.
The building, which underwent a major internal refurbishment in 2008, also has approximately 5,000 sq ft of retail floor space. The headquarters style offices are currently let until 2017 to Booz & Co, a global management consulting firm.
The purchase marks the first acquisition by USS since it purchased the National Magazine House in May 2010 for over £40million. National Magazine House, located on The Carnaby Estate in Soho is another Grade A office building comprising of approximately 54,000 sq ft of space over 5 floors. USS is assumed to receive rental income of approximately £44 / sq ft from a lease agreement that expires in 2018.
Speaking of the latest acquisition Alex Turner, office fund manager at USS, said: ” This acquisition takes our central London office acquisitions in 2010 to over £150m, reflecting our confidence in the continued resilience of this sub sector.”
The previous owner of the offices was Redevco, a property investment company predominately operating within the retail property sector.
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Posted on December 2, 2010 by John Cronin
Nottinghamshire County Council has today announced that it is to discuss a programme of multiple office closures in an attempt to save £2 million per year.
In a full council meeting due to take place on 9th December at County Hall (pictured – credit), a proposal to dramatically reduce the Notts County Council office count is to be debated.
Following many other county councils across the country, Notts Council has reviewed how it can make significant savings by making more effective of the office space it currently has. The council currently spends about £7.5 million each year on office accommodation and is aiming to trim around £2 million from that expenditure.
Having undertaken a review of current office space occupancy levels the council has identified that approximately 33% of the available desks and meeting rooms are not fully utilised during the working week. A shared-desk arrangement is being considered, using a ratio of 7 workstations per 10 employees.
Significant office closures are being considered as part of the process. The 23 office sites currently used are to be reduced to just 5 – a reduction of approximately 80%. Offices that are no longer required will either be sold, leases will not be renewed and in one case an office extension will be demolished.
Martin Suthers, Deputy Leader at Nottinghamshire County Council, said: “Rationalising our office space will help the Council reap significant savings over the long-term. Much of our office space is underused and not fit for modern working arrangements.”.
However, the council does not envisage any net savings until the financial year 2014/15 as it plans on spending £10m on the 4-year rationalisation programme.
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Posted on December 2, 2010 by Nell Frizzell
Like an uneasy cat, the sixth series of The Apprentice has had eight lives so far. Eight aspiring men and women thrown to the hungry lions that are Dara O’Brien and the JobSeekers queue. Strangely, out of all the roaring chuffingtons and mindless twonks, it is Mel ‘this is a dumb arse thing’ Cohen that I miss the most. No-one can suck their teeth and masticate their quiffs like old Cohen.
But let’s not get caught up in a fit of nostalgia so soon. It’s 5.30am and the phone is ringing. Well, you know what these pensioners are like about early mornings – my granny wakes up at six every day despite having nothing to do whatsoever except eat mints and slag off the nurses. So, Lordy Lordy Miss Maudy Sugar is calling at the crack of dawn to order his remaining no-marks to Tower 42 in ‘Central London’, wherever the hell that is.
“I need to show Lord Sugar I’ve still got my spark” gurgles Hollyoaks Jamie, who – let’s be honest – is dimmer than a 4 watt bulb, wrapped in a hessian sack at the bottom of a very deep well.
Once the taxis arrive, all the golden glowing lights and lilting choirboys suggest that the Apprentices are gathered in Tower 42 for Lord Sugar’s funeral. Or at least some sort of mass-suicide involving a bottle of Gatorade and a badly wired Amstrad. In fact, it turns out that they are gathered here today to learn a little something about business. Lord Sugaga tells his financial disciples that he wants to see some ‘wheeling and dealing’. Poor old codger. He means ‘meals on wheels’ of course. Mind you, while they’re out they might as well buy a shit load of rubbish for the best deal possible. I mean, that’s what retirement is for, right?
The teams are rearranged to make it girls (Apollo) versus boys (Synergy). Hollyoaks Jamie heads up the lads, while Bambi-eyed Liz agrees to look after the girls.
“I’m going to see who can drive the hardest bargain,” barks Lord Sugarpuff. Bargain chicken feet, truffles, singers and tartan… that’s the beginning of a delicious stew right there.
Before Synergy head out, Jamie gives a little pep talk about pitching at 70% lower than the price you are offered. Armed with no internet, no research and absolutely no clue, Jamie then heads out to chase ‘a plain single tikka… 22 carat gold’. In search of their own tikka, the girls are off to Southall. Cue tablas! Frantic tablas! And a bit of chanting for good measure!
Meanwhile, the other contestants are all chasing up something called the ‘blue book’. If I know Lord Sugar like I think I do, then the ‘Blue Book’ is almost definitely porn. Tortoise porn. Or, as Joanna finds out, it’s the taxi drivers’ book of the ‘knowledge’. Well, it was a 50/50 chance.
According to Karen, “Jamie never takes no for an answer”. Which must make him fun in public toilets. Talking of which, the next scene sees Christopher the bionic blue-eyed boy shout “Come on baby!” to Stuart ‘the brand’ Baggs as they run down the middle of the street. Sexy, sexy, sexy.
So far the teams have been buying laptop memory, chicken feet, tartan and a four metre wooden work top… Personally I’m just holding on until Lord Sugar sends them out for ‘the long weight’.
Talking of long waits, Stella is trying to call Gordon Ramsay to ask for some truffles. That’s basically like calling Madonna because you want a ball of string. Or calling Andy Murray because you’re looking for some shoelaces.
Stuart and Christopher, on the other hand, are going for the tactic of telling long, laborious and ultimately insane stories about fictional family members in order to purchase totally reasonable items. Surely such delusions are the first signs of serious mental illness? “Somehow their stories are working!” says Karen, amazed. As if the enormous television crew, team of producers and truck full of filming equipment that follows the boys in to each shop has nothing at all to do with people’s willingness to sell.
After some pretty tear-jerking negotiation in the plate shop that time forgot – where Joanna and Liz are served by a dumpling in a baseball cap – it’s time for both teams to race back to the boardroom for a photo finish. “Come on big man up there!” shouts Liz, presumably addressing Lord Sugar, who she believes to live in the sky like Mary Poppins. Baggyface and invincible Chris, on the other hand, simply jump on Jamie’s knee like children greeting a father just back from the trenches.
The boys have driven some pretty hard bargains, but only managed to get seven of their items, while the girls bought all ten, but walked in to a couple of scams. So, is Lord Sugar going to reward aggressive lying and hardnosed bullying, or weak-willed competence? I’m so far off the edge of my seat that I’ve actually worn a hole in the floor tiles.
“You’re taking so much on board, you sound like a container ship,” Lord Alanstrad tells Liz. That’s a nice way to deal with responsibility, isn’t it? Meanwhile, Stuart’s generation game joke falls foul of the rigorous Sugar laugh-o-meter. Lord Sugarmort is accusing someone of making shit jokes? Have we just fallen in to some sort of irony wormhole?
So, to the figures. All fines considered, the compulsive shopping Apollo spent £1,094 while the compulsive lying Synergy spent just £1,020. So, it’s a win for the boys, which means a little trip to Paris to make jokes about rosé and skip around in pretty hats.
The girls, on the other hand, are sent home for an uncomfortable night of reflection before the boardroom of firing and brimstone the next morning. Laura, of course, is having a good old fashioned sulk. One day I’d like to pull Laura’s perennially flaring nostrils right up over her entire head so I could see her tiny brain at work during one of these meta-sulks.
Liz calls Laura and morgue make-up Stella and in to the firing line with her.
“I should have been more aggressive,” admits Stella. “Aggressive? I heard you were a bit wooden.” Lord Sugar gives out constructive criticism like my mum gives out cups of tea; burning hot and painful to swallow.
Laura, of course, tries to sulk about having to call Liz all the way through the task. Sadly, this tactic massively backfires when Sugardaddy points out that the one time Laura was given a useful quote, she ignored it and overspent by £100 on truffles.
“This is about more than just truffles… It’s a bit bigger than that,” proclaims Stella. You’re right Stella, there’s tartan, plates and chicken feet involved too.
And so, Laura’s sulking, polo-necked huffing and general sense of ‘meh’ loses her the chance at that whimsical ‘six figure salary.’ Oh well. At least she has a nice collection of leaving presents to take home with her. Those taxi manuals will make a lovely coffee table display.
Conclusion: Whatever happens, don’t ever let Lord Sugar in on your Secret Santa. Ever.
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