You know the chap last week who was chucking up something alarming? Well, I spent the whole weekend gearing up to take him aside to a (well-ventilated) room and telling him his future, only to come in on the Monday, have a sniff, find nothing to complain about. Indeed, at one point, he actually stuck his hand under his jumper and squirted himself with aerosol deodorant. OK, that was a bit disgusting, but believe me it was preferable to last week.

I'm guessing someone (his missus?) told him he was reeking at the weekend and he got himself sorted out.

Turns out that putting it off, hoping the problem went away and doing nothing is the best form of man management. wd me.