More today, but good to see he's advanced from coaching to management rejections.
"If it's not because of the colour of our skin then tell me what it is? I'm speaking out about it. Be fair. At least give us an interview."
Dear Mr Yorke
Thank you for your application for the post of Manager at this club. We were impressed with your CV, particularly the detail you provided around your pre-2010 level B coaching badge, Joe Marston medal, fondness for ample-breasted women and starring role in "The Biggest Loser" on Australian TV.
Unfortunately, on this occasion, we will not be progressing your application to the interview stage. There were a number of applicants with more-relevant qualifications and experience in football management. Like actually having done some of it. Vanessa, our HR Manager, did feel that you failed to adequately demonstrate how your family life might influence the way you manage difficult relationships, and she wondered if rumours about the size of your cock were true.
Please don't be dispirited by your lack of success on this occasion. We feel certain you will succeed in your quest before too long, if only because you give all and sundry such a fucking good belly laugh every time you apply. A lack of qualifications, experience and adequate neurotransmitters doesn't seem to dim your enthusiasm.
Finally, on a personal note, I would like to thank you for facilitating my winning this week's office sweepstake. I was fortunate enough to draw "Dwight plays the race card to mask his gargantuan stupidity, again" out of the hat, so thanks for persisting. I won a fiver.
Cheers for now, and keep smiling.
On second thoughts, put those teeth away.