Thanks Hamish.

My Scottish subordinate, Hamish McStereotype, has gone and done a bad thing.

We have a regular customer who posts a lot of items but happens to be Chinese.

So far, so good.

Unfortunately, Hamish said to me after serving him last week that he can't help getting the song "Kung-Fu Fighting" going round his head every time he serves him. Predictably enough, now I can't help but have the wretched song going through my brain whenever I see him.

This means that I've got to supress a guilty grin while serving. Thus far I've resisted the temptation to go "hurgh!" or comment that my service is as fast as lightening.

Revenge will be mine though.

I've dig out my Ian Dury best of CD and as soon as I get an oppurtunity I'm going to play "Spasticus Autisticus" at Hamish just before any of the local mongs come in.

Or I'll just sack the bastard.