The Interview
The Interview Foolishly, my provincial canniness had ensured that I didn't arrive at HeadOffice by taxi. I say 'foolishly' for I had become unkempt and a little tiredby my long walk from Euston Station, and, as I stood at the foot of the broadmarble steps leading up the the large and imposing foyer, I was ruefully awareof my cheap suit and the cut-price shoes which had seemed so 'a la mode' inmy home town. Carrying my CV in an old Supermarket shopping bag did littlefor my image, too. For a...