I negotiated my first trip to Germany ( that’s my 58th country ticked off ) this week and had a good time, sorry, I meant successful trip, the one frustration being failure to find the time for a veal chop at MutterErnst, a small bar/restaurant I was introduced briefly to just round the corner from our office. My sort of place. That, together with the fact that I was in London last night for our desk Christmas party has meant the only night I had at home this week coincided with a 16th birthday dinner party for my daughter Jimmy and 20 teenage friends who also ended up staying the night. Have yet to discover what horrors transpired after I got to bed at midnight. The fact is though that my absence means I have only managed to sneak a quick look at Bob’s latest school report but what I saw of it did not make for pretty reading. Fair to say that his attempt at humour in the accompanying personal statement the pupils are all required to write has fallen a little flat. In the section about what it was he was most keen to better in himself, in an almost illegible scrawl, he had scribbled “I must try to improve my handwriting.” Ho ho ho.....what a wag.
As for the Christmas party I would venture to suggest there are relatively few broking desks around the City who would choose the hallowed venue of the Turf Club for their seasonal festivities. This is one classy outfit that is looking after you. Followed an excellent dinner, delicious wine and couple of glasses of port, with a frame of snooker, yours truly cutting a difficult black into the centre pocket to steal an unlikely win against our head of sales trading who had claimed he was pretty much brought up in a snooker hall. And then it was off for a karaoke session. I’ve got to say I was quietly confident that I would pull off a Matt Cardle moment, but alas my rendition of Delilah was not one of my finest performances.
As it’s Christmas and food has been a repeated theme in this weeks paragraphs, although thwarted in Frankfurt I enjoyed a delicious T bone steak in Bangkok the other day. It was so good I even had a photograph taken. I leave you with that, if it gets through your firewall and, although I will be in for most of the Festive period as I shot my hand up when volunteers were called for to provide desk cover, I will take this opportunity to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Yup. Classy. That’s us.
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