Friday, 6th July 2001.
This evening I went to a wedding reception out in Surrey. The happy couple
(before they blew they're newly-wedded lids at the incompetent DJ) (then they were
less happy) (then they drank more and forgot about it all, and they were happy
again) were Andy and, err, whats-her-name. Andy's one of my trio of bosses.
Anyway, it was a warm evening. Lovely outside, but inside it was stinking hot.
Why? Because the central heating was on throughout the building. Of course! And
why was the central heating on? Apparently if they turned it off there was no hot
water in the entire building. Nice.
At the reception itself there was an astonishing dearth of single women. To be
precise, there were two. And it turned out one of them had a boyfriend.
But the highlight for many of Andy's work colleagues was the discovery that his
nickname (amongst family members) is "Spud"!