Hey peeps,
Have finally emerged from my bleary eyed, where-the-hell-am-I post-travels stupor, with my cat on my head, my bloody cough back in chesty residence and my puffy eyebags heading steadily south down my chops.
Only to somehow already find myself repacking for the annual AV Directors Awaydays (remember how fun those are, those of you ex-Av-ers reading this?? What a talking cobblers, setting fire to your nasal hair, part-time smoke-athon, bonding boozefest … oh sorry, hard working two days, that one is).
And then will be straight away repacking for a couple of nights on the boat this weekend with the lovely Helens Vickery & Tebay, our men and the little squiddly, getting her first sea-legs (we hope) baby Merle Yeo. Yes, really, a little cutie girl, not a typo.
And then once more with feeling, re-re-packing for one night, yes one glorious night next week in Miami (shouldn't that be 'One Night in Bangkok'? I am turning into a one-woman 1980s hits revival…). And that night is to be spent in the oh so special (needs) Dadeland Marriott Hotel.
Oh the glory, oh the glamour, oh the glitz, no – its just the 'THANK GOD FOR THE ONE SAVING GRACE OF THE BA MILES'! Not even a sniff of South Beach to be had – it shouldn't be allowed.
But in the meantime – some lovely news – from the Clapham House of Simians, Mikey & Margo, who are en route to adding a new baby mini-monkeyness (sorry Margo, but its inevitable) to their nest, early next year. AWWWWWWWWWWW, great news! So far, bets on the baby's name have been (bearing in mind the surname is 'Martin')
1. House (surely a winner!)
2. Martin (to match that poor chap, Francis Francis – what were his parents thinking of - that we met some years back)
3. Eeek (works better when read in school register fashion, surname first)
4. Ditto, for Luther King
5. Steve (annoying actor chappy fella, prob to be avoided)
Anyway – very big hurrah cheers to them – and especially to lucky Margo who will be doing all the evening / alcohol time driving when we go away together for Aug Bank Hol wekeend to Wales – sante!
Scotty x
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How about Morton Martin? Also when you’ve had dinner at the Gliffaes you may not want Margo to drive anywhere else!