Last night I stepped into the planning world and met up with Rob, Andrew and Gemma for the Northern Planner’s coffee-morning-but-it’s-in-the-evening-and-we-don’t-drink-coffee meeting. Having arrived slightly late, and not knowing what anyone looked like, I moved swiftly towards a table of planner-looking types, smiling and looking enthusiastic. (Similar to the first day at school/ I’ve got no friends look) It was only when none of them returned the smile, that I was forced to walk past them and pretend I just like smiling at strange men.
At that point Andrew and Rob turned up (although I obviously didn’t know it was Rob and Andrew at that point) and the evening began. Gemma turned up five minutes later, and everyone took it in turn buy the rounds (Rob: Old Speckled Hen, Andrew: Lager/ wine, Gemma: diet coke, me: wine) We even ordered a few nibbles (potato wedges, polenta chips, olives, bread and oil) and a good time was had by all. Amongst the topics we discussed were: Sausages vs Lamb, a new Burger King Mailer that Rob brought with him, horses, Yorkshire Tea, Zipatoni, Agency.com, Subway, Coudal Partners, and a heap of others stuff.
A nice spread
I’d had a few wines, and the new father thing still means I find it impossible to stay awake after ten thirty, so when Gemma offered me a lift home at about ten past ten, it seemed the right time to leave. Manly handshakes were exchanged along with promises of “see you next time”, and so off I went. Gemma dropped me at my house, and I was asleep by 1040
It probably about 1132 that I woke up and realised I’d totally neglected to pay my share of the bill. This may not sound like a biggy, but those polenta chips can be expensive, and, well… it’s just a plain rude (Mum, if you’re reading this, I’m really sorry. I know it’s not the way you brought me up.) First thing this morning I sent round a grovelling apology to Andrew and Rob who picked up the tab, and hopefully the issue has been settled with the promise of large amounts of Yorkshire teacakes and biscuits. I can only reiterate my apology and urge readers to view their excellent blog sites. Sorry sorry sorry sorry…
Hopefully the next meeting will be in Manchester, so I can treat them to couple of packs of mini cheddars in Common.
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