J Nash

This headlong dash into the space world of tomorrow supplied one of my favourite ever AP-related stories.

(A member or ex-member of AP - Ed) revealed chortlingly one day that their chum, (Member of AP's chum - Ed) had been hired by the company's online division. A typically hype-dazzled exec had outlined some ridiculous scheme to further the sinister mega-global empire (probably by having the company logo rotate in a corner of the screen or something) and, worried by their own powers of limitless imagination, had consulted (Chum - Ed) on the viability of the programme. (Chum - Ed) had listened with steepled fingers to the proposal, then sucked in a bit of air and said it might be possible given a month of uninterrupted work - which wouldn't come cheaply. The exec had mopped their brow with a spotted handkerchief and relief and skipped away to foreclose a mortgage.

(Chum - Ed) then knocked out the project, in perfect entirety, that afternoon and sat around playing games for the next four weeks. Come deadline day they showed off the completed item to loud applause, then immediately resigned saying they were burned out by the crippling effort of implementing the exec's world-girdling spectacle and could never again hope to match this career pinnacle, walking away with a life-changing cheque.

Stylish.