call me lionel
So. Very. Tired.
This week, I have clients in from South Africa and Spain, and it’s my job to make their stay as productive and enjoyable as possible.
So yesterday, in between exaining some of the finer points of English contract law (Just call me Lionel Hutz) and sorting out access to email for one of the two SA people (the other one’s profile is still lost in the ether, I managed to completely redraft a service agreement between the offices, take them on a meet and greet (which was good for me, since I got to m+g some London guys I’d not previously met) and enjoy a leisurely sunshiney River Cruise to the House of Commons and back.
Then last night was dinner, at which I ate too much and the conversation ranged from Life under Franco to career paths at Feng Shui Bank, New world wines,the Eurovision Song Contest (dumping Ireland’s Turkey - like Brendan Behan does Euro. On Acid - was a disgrace) and, of course the Champions league final, or whatever kickabout was going on in Moscow.
What? I am a homosexual; almost all of the above are topics on which I can freely discourse. The last, however? I’m. So. Tired…
Tags: eurovision, football, work