I used to work at Mornington Crescent, but they told me my job was on the line.

I used to write crosswords, but as it turned out I was clueless.

I fully understand, Tina. I used to bury myself in the cryptics, but - being an alien - I was interred.

Then again, I used to be a director of an orange juice company - I was squeezed out.

The job before that was with a laundrette mob, but they hung me out to dry.

I used to be a model for the M&S catalogue. When I told them it was a pants job, they debriefed me.

Myself, I've been training in the medical field. For a while I worked as an opthamologist's assistant, but we just didn't see eye-to-eye. I tried to switch to cardiology, but my heart just wasn't in it. Then, I thought maybe I could fake it as an X-ray technician, but the supervisor saw right through me. The only job left was in proctology, and obviously, it's a real pain in the arse.