Some of my best friends are grown-ups...

...but I don't think blogs should be used to name and shame. So I won't name the person.

Digital tellybox now has a channel called 'Dave' on the grounds that most people know someone called Dave. I can't be arsed to check their facts here, but I shall use 'Dave'.

'Dave' did a degree in a subject he liked, and was lucky enough to get a job in his chosen field. He moved through a few jobs, liked where he ended up, and even got some freelancing. Then over the years, realised that the office politics were corroding his soul, and the freelancing could just keep him above poverty level. His chances of getting the best job in the office are a few years off, and he is fairly certain that his soul and sanity can't last that long.

So he is going freelance. So far so good.

Except last night his loving friends decided to help write the resignation letter.

How many ways can you tell an employer to stick their job? We came up with loads until 'Dave' pointed out they might have future work for him.

'In the words of the Great Freddie Mercury, "I want to break free" ' as an opening line was deemed inappropriate.

At the end of the night we waved him off with a hail of "Good Luck, Dave." People outside having a fag break joined in, as it was obvious he needed all the luck he could get.

So under the influence of real ale and Queen, he went off to write his letter. Hope I get to see a draft version.