aaah, rats cocks. The interview with M was less fun and games and more like throwing rocks at a crippled dwarf in a barrel. This was the second interview, to validate the first (though surely they should have three?) and I would not have been surprised if the guy interviewing me had checked to make sure I really was the person interviewed in the first round. I was blithering like an idiot and would have probably made a better impression had I simply knuckled around the room uttering loud pant-hoots. Arse.