Noting that convoy_cock spent some time as a professional crisp eater, what's the best job you've ever had? Mine came about when I was at home on leave in the late 80's. I'd been for a swim at my local pool and as I left the building, a rather nice girlie with a clipboard approached me and asked if I would be prepared to take part in some market research. As my only plan at the time consisted of sitting in the outdoor cafe in Chelsea Farmer's Market, drinking cappucino and leering at passing women, I agreed. The next question confirmed that I'd made a good decision: 'Do you drink beer?' I agreed that I did and we went through several more questions about what kind of beer I drank and how frequently. She seemed to be getting towards the end of the questionnaire and asked: 'Do you ever drink premium bottled lager?' Now if I was being truthful, the answer at the time was probably no: I was a confirmed Guinness and London Pride man, but I had noticed, while trying to look down the front of the girl's shirt, that on her clipboard was the instruction: 'If 'No' then close interview'. I felt that there was some kind of payoff due for answering all these questions so I said 'Yes': good answer. Next question: 'Do you live near here?' 'Yes' 'Would you be free to come back this evening and take part in a beer tasting? We would pay you for your time and get you a taxi home afterwards'. Result! The upshot of which was that I got to spend an evening drinking bottle after bottle of strong lager (about 8 in all), writing down my impressions in an increasingly unreadable scrawl, and eating the free crisps and nuts they provided. At the time when you'd normally expect to get the bill, the nice girl came round with an envelope with Â£15 in it plus another fiver for a cab home. Classic, and I now class myself as a professional beer drinker.