Pick a scapegoat: Six actually effective team-building exercises

GETTING a group of co-workers to mesh can be a challenge, but you don’t need to waste money on wanky team-building events. Simply appeal to their basest instincts, like this…

Pick a scapegoat

Pick someone at random – the whole point of scapegoats is that they haven’t done anything wrong – and watch your team fit together like a jigsaw minus one piece. Nothing is quite so bonding as snidey bitching and exclusionary in-jokes, and when there’s an actual f**k-up at work you’ve got someone waiting to be blamed. Some might say this is creating a ‘toxic workplace’, but that fails to factor in the gains in employee satisfaction from everyone having a good laugh at Ian’s stupid hair.

Bribery

Most parents will agree will agree that bribery works when done in food form with toddlers, and there’s no reason to think your colleagues are significantly more mentally advanced. The bar for workplace food is usually set pretty low, so you should be able to buy them off with some slightly soggy tuna sandwiches. You could always try them with chicken nuggets; chances are they’ll agree to carry out a murder for that.

Only employ hot people

Ever noticed how little friction attractive people generate at work? No one is going to criticise a hot person’s incompetence when they’re – rightly – looking at the bigger picture of getting into their pants. And hotties all have great interpersonal skills because their dull anecdotes and petty whinging become absolutely fascinating if they look like Gal Gadot. It’s not clear how ugly people are meant to find gainful employment under this system, but the problem will solve itself when they starve.

Get irresponsibly pissed

Easy to organise – skip lunch and head to the pub for the rest of the day – and soon you’ll be enjoying the camaraderie that only comes from falling over and oversharing mortifying secrets. Plus everyone will tell each other they love them before vomiting down themselves and getting the wrong night bus home, and that’s worth 20 glowing performance reviews, if any of them remember it. There’s a slight danger a colleague may know something damaging about you, but thanks to the collective blackmail situation Jen is unlikely to shaft you if you know she had a lesbian phase at uni purely to look cool. 

Two truths and a lie

The classic icebreaker where two things you say are true and one is a lie, and everyone has to guess which is which. In practice it instantly falls flat because most people are too thick to think of a lie that doesn’t stand out from the other statements. This is where the team-building comes in: everyone agreeing what an absolute twat Gavin is for saying ‘I’ve got a dog called Henry’, ‘I like Italian food’ and ‘I once got bitten by a werewolf’.

Induce Stockholm Syndrome

If all else fails, have someone kidnap your whole team and hold you at gunpoint with no access to the outside world so that you become permanently trauma-bonded. Sure, when you’re finally released you’ll have a feast of psychological problems like agoraphobia and an inability to act without the permission of an authority figure, but it’s less expensive than a company retreat. And also less mentally scarring than painful smalltalk during buffet lunches while holding a plate with a stupid little glass holder on it.

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We don't want to go to a f**king music festival, children confirm

MUSIC festivals are boring, tiring and you are an arsehole when you are drunk, children have told their parents.

Despite middle-class couples believing their kids have a magical time at events full of coked-up dickheads and ear-splittingly loud music made by artists often approaching retirement age, the opposite is true.

Eight-year-old Charlotte Phelps said: “The massive ones like Glastonbury are knackering, the hippy ones like Green Man are boring, and the little ones my mum describes as ‘boutique’ where her mate from uni is the DJ are arse-achingly embarrassing.

“Plus, we invariably spend most of the day imprisoned in the kids’ field, which dad says is ‘fun’, but he has he ever spent five hours being forced to use a hula hoop by a grown woman dressed as a fairy? No.

“And if we do get to see any music, it’s never someone we enjoy, like Chappell Roan. Mum says Orbital are legendary but to me it just looked like two old blokes with torches stuck to their heads standing behind a computer.

“And don’t get me started on the ones that are really old now like Cyndi Lauper. They scare me. 

“So I’m refusing to go this year. I’ll spend a long weekend with Gran instead. She gives me sweets, has a functioning toilet and never gets off her face on MDMA while she’s listening to Val Doonican.”