Listen here, mate. You’ve got some pals and workmates who are acting like they’re fresh out of nappies. Oh, it’s tempting, really tempting, to give ’em a verbal whack on the bum, but that ain’t gonna sort out the right dog’s dinner they’ve made of things. Now, you’ve got a noggin full of corkers on how to polish the turd that is your current work project. But the old fart in the corner office? Can’t see the forest for the trees, can’t spot a good idea if it danced naked in front of him with a rose between its teeth. So, scribble down your strokes of genius on a bit of bog roll or something, and whip ’em out at the next pow-wow. Lucky charm: A vintage typewriter. Because apparently, in today�s modern world, only caveman tools will get that old dinosaur in the corner office to actually understand your brilliant ideas.

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