I had to have an 'interview' before mine. Now, laying on a couch with no trolleys on while the missus sits next to you drinking tea and the doc asks all sorts of odd questions got me in a funny mood to say the least.

Interview over. Trousers back on. We exit to a very full waiting room. I lean heavily on Mrs G's shoulder and, bending almost double, beging to cry 'I didn't think they would do it there and then...'

I think fully half the waiting room left. The male half of course:-)

Cheers

DtG
(and it's true!)