Things were starting to get a bit sticky.
We were looking for someone who would uphold a certain amount of integrity and style, preferably someone with a penchant for bow-ties. Laying fiber optic cable is difficult work and so as to meet the rigours of simultaneous transatlantic conversations our candidate needed to be able to ignore the slippery slopes.
The pedantic rules of the overly officious and fundamentally incompetent commission, where weird people who promote psychoactive drugs, yet are horrified by a GE spud could not rationally explain why things happened the way they did.
We were hoping the bow-tie might distract our stockholders to the fact that we thought that private correspondence is public property, (or is that the other way round?) and it was an extremely audatious idea which lacked the judgment reasonably expected in such a circumstance.
We now know some of our actions were extraordinarily unwisely, even stupidly thought out, but we are now resigned to paying the price for the way that our candidate may have quaffed his hair.