Today I got to talk about books and not just to myself like normal but to a potential employer. My task for the interview was to talk for ten minutes on something that I am passionate about so it was a no brainer really. I did however go a little ‘army general’ on the whole thing, there was excessive planning, moustache twiddling, arrows drawn all over the place, words forming their own salients at key strategic points and a definite plan to hide at least twenty miles behind the front lines, if possible.
Then like a mad scientist I distilled the whole thing down to a some headers, few big words and some bullet points to make it look something approaching professional and then I predictably ignored all the planning and just chatted away like a happy Gannet. I even managed to use a glass of water as an example before backing myself into a corner with such a ludicrous analogy and dismissing it in such a subtle way that you could see it from outer space.
Ten minutes are a long time to talk about anything when you think about it and there is only so much judicious repeating that any oration can withstand before it just becomes a satire of itself, but I pulled it off, I think. It was only afterwards, reflecting at my choice of ties that I realised a huge amount of what I said was about you bloggers who have long been encouraging me to see the finer things in life and experiment with language.
It is something I never expected when this blog started, in fact I thought it would be a huge vaulted forum where my voice reverberated unto myself and the obligatory pigeons that always manage to get into these places. Surely that is the greatest enigma of life well that and what happened to accessible board games…so if I get this job a big thank you to you all for stimulating me in all that I do and if I fail…well you owe me a commiseration drink.