During my last interview I ended up talking about spanking. Don’t ask me why.

This morning, while waiting to go in to the interview, I was joking with the colleague who was due to be interviewed after me about appropriate methods for bribing the panel.

I suggested a £50 note subtly placed between the pages of my portfolio. She upped the ante with a blatant offer of chocolate. I was not going to be outdone.

I said I would offer the panel sex.

A man who was signing in at reception paused, turned and looked at me, and then disappeared down the corridor. And can you guess where he was sitting when I was taken in to meet the interview panel…?

I got the job – but I don’t know what it is going to cost me.