i went to a party yesterday in a house that cost £50 million. it's true what they say about money not buying taste but it does mean you can be vulgar without worrying about claustrophobia. the chandeliers looked like they came from Argos on steroids. my entire house would have fitted twice over in the living room the party was held in (one of five). mikel gorbachov was the guest speaker - which explained the spy-film like security on the door. he spoke (not in English, which he never learnt - bigger fish to fry, but in Russian, which was brilliantly translated by his interpreter) about his humble beginnings and rise to power.
i'd never been so close (3 ft approx) to such an important figure before and i have to say he had a real presence about him. he was imposing in the nicest possible way and seemed very warm. i liked him (i'm sure he'd sleep more soundly if he knew).
my party date had booked herself into a local hotel for the night - quite a comedown from the party venue, it must be said - her room would have fitted into my wardrobe!
when we checked her in the woman at reception went through the normal hotel stuff (and looked at me like i was a punter after an hourly rate!) before declaring 'it's an eat as much as you can' breakfast.
she meant a serve-yourself buffet but i loved the idea of an early morning challenge. as if they'd arranged some kind of pre-work competition to stuff as many croissants and cold bits of toast down you as you could that would get guests rushing downstairs to compete in.
then i had a cross-group (i work for a multinational) conference about the internet and thought about how best to get noticed in anonymous meetings and decided that in future, the first time i looked around the table at my fellow meeters i'd go boss eyed so that everyone would be left wondering who the person with the really bad squint was and who i was looking at.
you get your thrills where you can in January
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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