Oceans apart

The amount of advice I have been giving to colleagues at work lately has been phenomenal. I feel I've always been a good listener and rather discreet, except when I let it slip that my Team Leader was pregnant to a packed coffee room - despite the only evidence being a discarded pregnancy test box amongst the paper recycling. Thankfully she was pregnant and shared the news with everybody some weeks later, much to my relief. In fact so many people have been sharing their woes with me lately I've decided to pen a series of self help manuals inspired by the music of Billy Ocean. The first is one for those searching for love, like me, and is called 'Get Out of My Dreams (and into my car)'. It'll be a best seller, you'll see.