A man is being interviewed for a job as a driver in the London office of a haulage company.
One of the two interviewers says: “Your work would involve you in lots of deliveries in Birmingham. Are you familiar with the greater Birmingham area?”
“Strewth!” cries the man. “That’s lucky for me. I was born in dear old Bromig’m. I know I’ve lost the accent, through living down here in London, but my old mum and dad still live there, in my old home. And of course I go to visit them a lot.”
The same interviewer says: “There would be a fair number of deliveries to Scotland. Would that be a problem?”
“This is getting’ bleedin’ ricockulous! My wife only comes from Ayr – up there in Scotland. We’re up and down there as often as we go to Bromig’m! And of course, we do a lot of touring up there. Round Loch Lomond! Up the Trossacks!”
It emerges that the work would take him to Swansea, and that he has a son living there, and to Cornwall where his younger daughter lives. He is told to report to the company’s yard in Greenwich the following Monday.
Just as he gets to the door on his way out, the other interviewer, who has said nothing thitherto, says: “Bishop Auckland?”
“Don’t you mention that old bugger’s name to me!” he says.
