Cross eyed

It's chucked it down with rain all day. Not that it's particularly bothered me as I have been immersed in operation clean up in my study. Three bin bags full of completely out dated and useless paperwork so far.

The highlight was finding a sample of a direct mail campaign I'd worked on in 1995 which still had the gingerbread man inside. I didn't sample it. Mind you, I didn't throw it away either - I'm claiming sentimental value which mainly stems from the night out we had at The Grosvenor Hotel when it won a big award. Bob Monkhouse's drunken after dinner speech that night will live long in the memory of everyone who witnessed it. I found out later that his rider for the event was three bottles of vodka. In fact he looked a bit like this sticker by the time midnight rolled around but he kept going until he'd insulted everyone in the room. The good old days.