I thought I'd found the job of my dreams. An international modelling agency based down the road from where i live in Leeds were looking for a man to travel the world with them to trim and shave the models nether regions so they looked their best when modelling lingerie and bikinis. I was offered an interview and i was asked if i could make it down to Cornwall the next day. I told the interviewer that it was my understanding the job was local?
"It is", he replied, "but that's where the queue starts..."
