YOU may not be entirely surprised to learn that I used to take up a fair few of the invitations for boozy dos and promotional piss-ups that came my way – all of which, incidentally, seem to have dried up now I no longer have any power or influence, those ungrateful bastards.
Since my girlfriend was living in that London at the time, more often than not I would be accompanied by whatever female acquaintance I could tempt with the promise of free drinks and famous people.
Obviously, I have no shame. And life’s too short to go out drinking with blokes all the time, right?
So I’d invited out the attractive and intriguing woman who designed the magazine. She’d just joined the company so I thought I’d give her a taste of the Manchester highlife. But we went to the Ritz instead.