Many – many – years ago, as a summer job, I did some administrative work for the West Midlands Fire Service. As work experience goes, it was pretty dire but one long lasting legacy was that it left me with a deep and abiding respect for fire fighters. More than any other emergency service they seem to be regularly in danger and we can all sleep safer in our beds for what they do for us.
Memo to the
If you’re going to act up and show off with your big red fire engine on a non-emergency call by interferinge with me trying to do my job:
(1) Don’t choose me. I do repartee for a living
(2) Don’t choose me when I’m with a SPICE group; they tend to join in and play along and
(3) If you’re that bothered about references to Trumpton, you’re probably in the wrong job.