We were just about to start the annual company rugby match when my opposing captain jogged up to me.
“You do realise this is only supposed to be a friendly game between employees, don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” I replied, “Especially after last year when you accused me of drafting in some ringers.”
“So where are those five from then?” he asked.
“The temporary New Zealand branch,” I said, “Now show some respect while they do the Haka.”