Well I can't say I was impressed by your establishment and staff. When I arrived I received a very off hand greeting from a rather grubby person who seemed to want to scrub me down with an old brush and what smelt to me like rubbing alcohol but it was apparently sanitiser.
I found my own way to the confessional booths and tried to carry out the interview but it seemed that it wasn't Mr Mackay through the grill. As far as I could make out it was a rather rough sounding seafaring gentleman who offered me a number of personal services some of which were unknown to me. Tempted as I was to offer him the job on the spot I hesitated and he seemed to pass out or something. Certainly there was a sudden unpleasant smell. I took my leave then found Bartlett apparently interviewing the real Mr Mackay in the Bentley. I don't think I'll be back at your establishment but thank you for the 'wee cairry oot' pressed on me by your barmaid as I left.
Sewing on Girl Guide badges, aaargh!!


