Sometimes it's nice to be reminded that the lion can still roar.
Ok, that slightly self effacing ,bumbling character that spends most of his spare time squelching around in shit stained wellies and a gravy stained jacket is something I am quite happy to portray to my local ( and dare I say international) general public but sometimes it's nice to remind people that I do have a brain, and a certain amount of transferable skills from my "city days " fighting my way up the corporate and managerial ladders .
Now don't get me wrong. I wouldn't want all of that bollocks and micro managerial shit back in my day to day existence, nor would I wish to return to that "fire fighting mentality" senior NHS managers have to resort to when you have a score of needy staff members that come to your office with their mouths open like small fluffy baby birds in need of dinner, but sometimes I do get just that little bit exasperated by the notion of some that "there is less to me that meets the eye"
It's my own fault, me thinks.
wandering around with chicken poop on my person
but, like I said, just sometimes it is nice to be reminded that.....
I'm not just a shitty face!