Does anyone else get emails from Heathrow Airport? No I thought not, just me then. Very strange that they always seems to think I want to hang out in their airport. They try and colour the emails with pictures of happy, smiling people going about their business at Heathrow. I think that if I was going to Heathrow, it would be for the end destination really, not just to shop and have a coffee at the bloody airport.
I also get emails from "100 Black Men". They always want me to join their marches and read their leaflets. Fair enough.
"The Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain" are constantly sending me emails about their gigs. And ironically I always get emails from Financial Institutions who are under the impression that I actually know what a P&L sheet looks like.
Going to a Girl's Poker Night on Saturday night. Will try and illustrate my next blog with a photo of me totally trashed with a giant cigar in a seedy-looking smoky room full of hookers. No? Really? That's obviously a Boy's Poker Night. This will be a bunch of well-dressed middle-class ladies (mums really) eager to get out of the bedtime ritual and sipping lovely cocktails.
It is true about the cigars though. I was slightly concerned about how high the gambling stakes would be, given the demographic of Camberwell. And me with my mummy/dancer income - I mean one cancels out the other really. Then I found out we would be gambling with Lego. Seriously - Lego.
I'm just going to have to go and sort these girls out on Saturday night - Oxford style. I'm thinking Sharon Stone circa Basic Instinct (frightening really) and the very savvy Daniel Craig as 007 in Casino Royale.
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