You’re rubbing elbows with a few blokes who are sharper than a London fog and about as clear. They’re keeping their cards so close to their chest, you’d think they were worried about frostbite. Watch out, contracts can flip faster than a politician’s promise! Even after you’ve pressed the old John Hancock onto the paper, it can still do a 180 on you faster than a whippet with a bum full of dynamite. Might be an idea to have a spectator present when you sign, someone who can vouch that the squiggle at the bottom of the page is yours. Could prove handy in the future, like a pocket on a shirt. Oh, and here’s a lucky phrase for you: “‘Ere’s your hat, what’s your hurry?” Could be your lucky escape phrase when you’re stuck with a bore at the pub. Just mind you don’t use it when you owe a round, or you’ll be as popular as a skunk at a garden party!

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