I once applied for a gynaecological assistant job in Aberdeen. The remit was to make the lady feel relaxed in preparation for the gynaecologist’s examination; massaging breasts and thighs…that sort of thing.
“Great, right up my street, where do I go for the interview?”....”Manchester” came the reply.
“Manchester?....I thought that the job was in Aberdeen?”
“It is”…said the official….”The end of the interview queue is in Manchester!”
