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I find myself In an imposing boardroom Lined in oak For a job interview On the long table in front of me Is a sheaf of papers I rummage through (I) come across a brief, a job description But haven't time to read further As the door opens The interviewer turns out to be The raincheck Ex-prime minister She sits down next to me I forget who she is Immediately The questions she asks are very vague I forget them too I mumble vague responses Question 10 is very clear: "Leo, which British monarch do you most identify with, and why?" I reply, with conviction "(Qu)ee(n) Victoria" I lied, I am very embarrassed. Before I can apologise, the raincheck gets up and leaves the room. She is obviously upset by my tactless insult