Ryanair to
Monte Carlo for Myles, back to his job photocopying glossy booklets about knock
off luxury goods. Jordan and his kikoi
(“IT'S NOT A SARONG!”) were lucky to survive – especially after he
wet-heave-burp-coughed all over the boardroom desk. Awful.
Smell what
sells: Woolly (*cough* polyester *cough*) hats - even in a shipping container named 'East Side Fashions'. No word of a
lie, there used to be a hat shop on the Walworth Rd called RimWorld. Now,
that's a good shop name for a hat shop.
High risk
product of the week: The ugly and ridiculous Zsa Zsa vase. Hello
madam, can I interest you in a pile of ceramic brain tubes, for a mere £199?
Jordan was adamant it would look really cool on all our desks, but I’m
not sure it would survive a tidy day in my workplace - judging by my contraband
Bran Flakes that our Facilities Manager threatened to banish to the kitchen.
Eyebrows-watch:
it's sad we didn't get to see Kapow
Brows observing the Fair Isle onsies and ironic moustaches of Shoreditch BoxPark. It would have BLOWN HIS MIND.
Next week:
Interviews!!! Evil Claude is sharpening his vicious tongue - and Margaret her
eyebrows - as we speak.
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