I am now going to tell you the story of Eddy (not Merckx)...
Many moons ago in a far off land called the 80's, there was a young man called Eddy (not the one from Iron Maiden either), Eddy (Not Hitler) was on a YTS (Youth Termination Scheme) course with us at the shop despite being a quite nice young man he was as bright as a 5 watt bulb. As mentioned before we had the Post Office bike contract, oh joy being run by HM Gov at the time, everything and I mean everything needed to be accounted for bags of ball bearings up to saddles and frames annoying but not a problem. Every frame that got sent to us was registered and the frame number recorded meticulously... So enter our Ed (not Gein), one fine day myself, my manager, and Ed (not Balls) were working in the workshop on a PO bike, all was going swimmingly my manager got called through into the shop by our boss, then they called me through, I said to young Edward (not Teller)" just undo those nuts there...".
Maybe 5 minutes passed while we were discussing our issue, then emanating from the workshop came a series of ominous clangs... We rushed into the workshop to find Edward (not Woodward) merrily bashing the living sh!t out of a previously perfect frame with a 4lb lump hammer... Which was almost as heavy as Eddie (not Van Halen) himself, once we had managed to make him cease and desist we viewed the battered remains with shock, apparently one of the nuts I had asked Ed (not Sheeran) to undo was stuck and this was Eddie's (not Marsan) response, so we sent him home and asked him politely never to come in to the shop again... My Manager and I did a very quick rebuild with a frame with a doctored frame number, as soon as the contract came up for renewal we pulled out...