I do feel sorry for a couple of the girls who got called back into the boardroom tonight:
They both appear to have inherited a nasal profile that would suggest (completely erroneously of course) a long time acquaintance with the ol' Bolivian marching powder.
Whether this is genetic, a symptom of stress, or a consequence of wearing very heavy specs for long periods I'm not sure, but it would seem that the pressures of business have given these unfortunate girls a nose resembling a badly carved radish which has been flattened by a decently sized hardback.
