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I think they still managed to sell almost half of the 30kg of cheese they had, I thought that was quite good.
Yeah, that was overlooked in the post mortem, I think. The bricks of cheddar were probably a mistake, but all the same, they did seem to get rid of fourteen kg of Macro cheese in five hours, or whatever it was, in this supposedly ultra-discerning marketplace, where cost is irrelevant, and quality is everything. From the way Nick, that arriviste Franglo snob, framed it, shouldn't they have been dumping the full thirty in the bins in Calais?
If only they hadn't bought quite so much of it ... but that aside, this week's fuck-ups did seem to be largely down to Adam - he could have specified a price when he was talking to the printers, and, mainly, he could have gone off and bought a disposable barbecue with his own cash, if need be, rather than spending hours clowning about with the accursed bean can. He's got no initiative, that boy, and that, I fear, is what's going to finish him. |
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