Em says I’m working too hard and becoming boring. I’m forced to recount an embarassing story to prove otherwise.
There is a certain period after a party when my brain isn’t much use for anything (not that its all that hot at the best of times)....
Anyway I was at the Red Riding Hood party on Thursday. I had to meet some Japanese colleagues at Heathrow at about 5pm, so I knew I’d have to miss the last half hour and get the Heathrow express from Paddington. But when I checked the website on the day ... their plane was expected AN HOUR EARLY!! :-( :-( :-(
Anyway I made the best use I could of the party time (thanks to Sarah and Lucy in particular
. I stayed until the last possible minute… rushed upstairs, grabbed my manilla envelope, doing-up buttons on the way. Raced to Paddington in 6 mins flat. Just caught the Heathrow express…. unfortunately there was something wrong with my seat (maybe some of the cushion missing - something at the back of the seat was poking into my ribs). Anyway, arrived at T3, raced to the exit gate just in time to welcome my Japanese colleagues. Penetration to disembarkation in 25 min!
“Ahhh…Peter-san…. Its good to be back in the UK and thanks for coming to meet us ... but…why do you have a coat hanger in your jacket?!?”
Yes… its true. I still had an LMP plastic coathanger in my suit jacket. Post-coital sh*t-for-brains.