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Interviewee: “I would be a tiger because, I am a strong individual and I am proud of my own image.”
“Go on then, roar like a tiger. Get down on all fours and roar! Roar for your job! Grrrr.”Mercifully ours was slightly less humiliating—just the task of situating ourselves around the room in geographical order of birthplace. Pandemonium ensued as people were both ignorant and earnest enough to argue about whether Belfast was further north than Halifax. With my occasional lapses into broad Scottish phrases, the artist who had taken charge of the whole shitshow maneuvered me to the top of the room. I have to admit that I had contributed nothing to the activity and one by one we were asked where we were from. The Belfast-Halifax debate sent Anglo-Irish relations to a new low when it was deduced that Belfast was nearer to the North Pole. When it got to me, I gave my birthplace (correctly) as London, which really fucked up the system. The artist looked at me with a piercing glare. I had said nothing and now she looked the fool. The awkward silence resounded off the lucite of the cubicles.
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