In the mid 80s, GEC started offering employees the possibility of paying for BUPA subscriptions at a 'special' rate.
The bloke I worked for took up the offer.
He had absolutely no sense of humour, which was ideal for taking the piss out of.
One day, driving me back from Manchester in his company car, an Austin Ambassador, he had a sudden urge to tell me about it - I think there was still a vestige of 'hope' that I could be converted to join the 'clique' at that point.
I had heard a neat BUPA-based joke on the radio a few days before and it was too good to waste, even though humour was not his strong point.
"Actually, I have joined the company's BUPA scheme recently, although I don't really know what BUPA means?"
"Well, John, it's an Arabic word for 'queue-jumping."
This was just south of Junction 19 and he didn't speak to me again the whole way back to the factory - or for another three weeks.