Tag: Freaks
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Unfurling the Freak Flypaper
Earlier this year, Boris Johnson’s chief adviser launched a recruitment campaign ‘seeking weirdos and misfits’. He’s patently never worked in the recruitment sector, because that is indeed longhand for ‘launched a recruitment campaign’. Every campaign attracts weirdos and misfits – it’s one of the rules. The modus operandi of the switched-on is that such weirdness…
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See You Later, Litigator…
Some borderline freak engaged me in conversation yesterday in order to impart what they held to be an indispensable gem about a bizarre law of the State of Michigan. That will teach me to acquiesce to the promise of a stop’n’chat. The so-called ‘fact’ is both true an untrue. It is said that it is…
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This Is the Price of Failure, Mr Bond…
I succumbed to the pleasure of a local hostelry at the weekend, incidentally while the Six Nations Rugby was on. Calamitous mistake. Jam-packed full of halfwits who have never played rugby, who don’t understand the rules of rugby, and who use rugby as a misguided vehicle to attain social acceptance. Incorrigible berks. The game is…
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The Bitterest Pill…
Running a little low on painkillers the other day for the family medicine cupboard, I thought I’d procure a few packets of ibuprofen and paracetamol. As you can buy a packet of 16 for about £0.35, a couple of quid would see the Frances household ok. So, a visit to the shop and 6 packets…
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The War for Talent (continued)
As I mention in Freaking Hired! this is a beauty. Or rather the absurdity of its conceptual appropriation by mainstream recruitment bosses is a beauty. I’m sure that the recruiter bigwigs neck back some double comfort from the mention of McKinsey and the War concept. And nothing like a heavy blast of reflected glory from…
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Freaked Out
I’ve been asked about the usage of the term freak and its appropriateness. See, that word appropriate again. How people love to manoeuvre us onto the back foot by raising the spectre of social norms and our purported failings in relation to them. The faint, sweet odour of latent shame is being subtly, but determinedly…
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