So, dear readers, how was your DMA Awards? Did you have “a firecracker of an evening on the moonlit banks of the Thames”?
Unfortunately I missed the entire event due to the fact that I had a firecracker of an evening of a different kind.
Suffice to say, this one did not involve a smorgasbord of delights, but rather a “multicoloured organic fountain” as I was taken ill earlier in the week.
Not that I got much sympathy, my esteemed editor is livid; he shelled out a whole £28.99 on my Easy Hotel in Croydon and now I have to pay him back as it was too late to cancel. I am just hoping Tim “007” Bond is more forgiving; he’s got a license to kill you know.
One man who was far more generous was Dropshadow Dickie, who called me on the evening to ask whether I was OK. Bless. (Well, actually he phoned me at 1am asking where the hell I was but, hey, it’s the thought that counts.)
And now that I have recovered he’s invited me down to his place in the West Country, with a promise of a visit to the Gainsborough in Bath. To be fair, it does look like a different world to the Easy Hotel, and according to the blurb, the hotel spa “honours the healing traditions of the region”. Good job, too as I am still a little fragile.
And I have to save at least some of my strength for next week’s Decision Marketing Christmas Party…it never stops round here. We don’t burn the candle at both ends – we blaze through the middle with a blowtorch.
