Whatever that means



I’m sure I’ll regret this tomorrow. But anyway, good meeting with an old client, new partners, new clients. A quick pint, a slow pint, another pint. Some more pints with colleagues and friends. Home. Finally some food. That’s all in the wrong order.

Tomorrow. We’ll deal with that when it comes. Oh, it is tomorrow. Oh dear.

I hope Lorraine is suitably mortified at being here. It’s all her fault. It always is.


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This entry was posted on June 16, 2011 by in The Bank of Me.
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