Ryrie's

My Dear Fellow,

Another place we went one time. As a recall, it was the night of the RX implementation party. So that would be nearly 18 years ago.

We have both grown a lot more handsome and distinguished-looking since then. I'm so distinguished that barbers now ask if I want my distinguished-looking hairy eyebrows trimmed. It is a compliment and not at all embarrassing.

I passed Ryrie's today on my way to a meeting in Haymarket. Naturally I went via Pret because I am obsessed. As for the meeting, they've been nagging me to chair it since about September. It was a "data workshop" and I was asked to set it up because people had concerns about data.

No-one told me what these concerns were except in the most vague sense, and I had no idea why they wanted me to chair it. So anyway, two of the gentlemen with concerns were so concerned they didn't bother to show up. A third said, "No, no it's all grand", and we were done in 20 minutes, but then another 40 of general unrelated waffle because it is the Law of Meetings that they cannot end early. 

I think if a meeting ends early, an elf dies or something.

But anyway. I got paid today anyway despite being a bit pointless. Instead I spent my time looking out of the window and thinking about February 1999. We had fun, I recall.

El P.