We parted company on Friday - my sister, dad and the hustler went back to Gerona so Nicci could show them the moving alleyways and mum could ruin the livings of many an ice cream maker, and I found my way to the Hilton for a spot of enjoying the good life at the company's expense.
I joined the band of cheerful employees for a spot of networking (generally spelt 'drinking'), and actually met up with "AMY"!
Turns out she had arrived in London on the flight from Singapore the same as me, and had travelled on to Venice, whereupon her luggage had not. A few days later her luggage did in fact reappear for her onwards trip to Barcelona, but at this point it seems her luggage had got a taste of the single life and went AWOL again.
I thought I had it bad - the last time I saw Amy she was boarding the flight back to Australia and still did not know where her bags were.
Highlights of The Ball for me would be Lenny Henry hosting and Richard Branson as guest speaker, and getting my clean pants back. Low points would be (apart from the obvious) being called on to the stage in front of 2000 people to receive a gift (a china bull) only moments after shovelling a forkful of oily pasta and twigs into my mouth.
I joined the band of cheerful employees for a spot of networking (generally spelt 'drinking'), and actually met up with "AMY"!
Turns out she had arrived in London on the flight from Singapore the same as me, and had travelled on to Venice, whereupon her luggage had not. A few days later her luggage did in fact reappear for her onwards trip to Barcelona, but at this point it seems her luggage had got a taste of the single life and went AWOL again.
I thought I had it bad - the last time I saw Amy she was boarding the flight back to Australia and still did not know where her bags were.
Highlights of The Ball for me would be Lenny Henry hosting and Richard Branson as guest speaker, and getting my clean pants back. Low points would be (apart from the obvious) being called on to the stage in front of 2000 people to receive a gift (a china bull) only moments after shovelling a forkful of oily pasta and twigs into my mouth.
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