Life of a Lab Rat

My dad (head finance/supplies honcho for the NIBSC once upon a time, when it was under the MRC directly rather than the NBSB: 'all the money comes back, one way or another' and he's the guy who made sure of it) swears that when he was employed it was indeed *just like that*.

His boss, who interviewed him, was called Richard; at the time he lisped somewhat due to badly-fitted dentures.

The Virology department was infamous for being full of the sorts of suspicious characters who could easily... disappear you one night. (Two were German, but the really dangerous one was Welsh.)

(For more, see virtually every issue ever published of the NIBSC magazine, _Not Hamsard_. The _Not Hamsard_ news team were truly fearless journalists, dedicated to the truth at all costs. Their model was that finest of men, Montgomery Python.)

I don't know if they ever bought a Nobel Prize at the NIBSC, but the bosses bought several OBEs (Not Hamsard illustration: a filled loo roll holder, labelled 'OBEs: please take one'.)

Looking forward to the thrilling denouement. ;)

Well done!
No wonder the university announcement on DST got up your nose; you actually know how to write.

You're too kind, Alethea.