Like A Boss

Jules wanted something powerful and comfy. So why didn’t he end up in a sensible Jag or a Range Rover? Because he’s the boss, that’s why…

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You always dread that tap on the shoulder, don’t you? You know the one. When your boss says ‘Hey, I’m going to shadow you for the morning so we can assess your progress,’ knowing full well that the morning is your set-aside Facebook time, with occasional forays into dream-shopping on Auto Trader. Or when your supervisor suggests that perhaps you might like to submit your week’s timesheets to the board, so you can prove your worth. You know you’re good at your job. But when someone’s watching? That’s a whole other story.

So when boss-man and Fast Car head honcho Jules casually slips into the conversation a loaded little nugget like, ‘Oh yeah, and can you write the feature on my Beemer? No pressure’, you know that the pressure’s cranked up to the goddamn max.

Fortunately, I know Jules’s Achilles heel. It’s a sumptuously padded leather armchair by the fireplace in the Dog & Duck. So I distracted him with some shiny things (if you’re ever in a sticky spot with a meeja type, shiny things always work), and led him down to the warming embrace of the tavern. A couple of pints of seasonal ale, then a couple more for good measure, and I had him in my clutches. Easy meat.

So, big dog, let’s begin at the beginning. What on Earth got you all fired up about cars in the first place?