I've just had an interview with Tony at StarShipSofa - a first time experience for me (other than those pesky appeals for places of employment). He went easy on me and I rather enjoyed it - it's an odd experience when someone asks you leading questions and then listens to and encourages your answers. Quite a skill, I would imagine.

And one I should probably learn at some point.

The bizarre thing is, though, is that I recently scored an interview as a favour for a mate - a total scoop as the contact was completely new and I'd only prodded them on the off-chance.

It seems that, just occasionally, the Karma Police buy you beer instead of kicking you in the nuts.

Who knew?!