A mate of mine went for a job at a prestigious London restaurant, whose head chef is an internationally renowned celebrity.
In the final interview, in the kitchens, the celebrity chef asked my mate to demonstrate what he could do.
"Make me a three egg omelette! Now!" the celeb chef demanded.
My mate took the three eggs, juggled with them, then walked away from the heated pan, tossed the eggs in the air, one by one, bounncing them off his thigh, his head, his elbows and finally his shoulders.
The eggs sailed through the air, and landed, in turn, on the rim of the pan, where they broke perfectly in two, with the eggs sliding into the pan, and the shells falling on the outside.
My mate didn't even look - he knew he'd cooked the perfect omelette.
"Do I get the job?" my mate asked.
"No," said the celeb chef.
"You fuck about too much."