Some years ago (about 18, as it happens) I was working on a contract at Fujitsu, near Newton Aycliffe.

We’d just finished for the day and three of us, Eric, Joe and myself, were stood at Reception sharing a bit of banter with the security guys.

“You must be raking it in, your blokes.” says Joe  “You were on last night, this morning and you’re on again now”.

“You’ve got to be joking” says one of the security guys.  “We have to work them hours to make ends meet”.

“Really?” says Joe.  (Bear in mind we were on £400 a day).

“£5.60 an hour we’re on” says Security.

“Aye” says Joe, genuinely sympathetic.  “It’s a cunt’s job”.

Eric turned to me and whispered, “I don’t think that quite conveyed the conviviality intended”.