Good Friend in PR has been over here for a couple of days, and in flagrant opposition to Sanly’s Law, we managed to meet up on Friday for a late lunch, which gave way to drinks and thence to tea. Tea, because in between bidding adieu after lunch (so that I could hurry home and pick up a suddenly-pressingly-needed Ventolin) and re-joining him, I managed to throw up at length and numerously.
Anyway, that’s not really the point of the post. The point is to remark how great he looked and seemed: working for himself clearly suits him, as he’s looking better, seems less stressed and is more calm than I think I have ever known him. It’s always a joy to see any friend, especially one whom you rarely see because of distance, but there’s something very special about seeing a friend who seems so contented – and who’s as funny as anyone I know. He also had some choice gossip involving someone I absolutely LOATHED, a woman whom I can truthfully refer to as New Business Director Who Was Essentially A Walking Vagina For Hire. It seems that NBDWWEAWVFH has decided that her first move after getting married should be to start sleeping with Man With Feet Of Clay, in the great tradition of her having slept with Famously Unpleasant Chief Executive, Global Chief Executive Without Backbone, Ghastly Client and any number of others.
She has also got fat.
God bless and keep Good Friend in PR.
