B9 said:
Love to everyone round you also (cept that silly cow who spent a third of a million on concrete pilings

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*hand on hips*
Oooh - don't get me started!
My principal client at present is one of the most successful hedge-fund managers in the UK, hence world.
Weird bloke. It's like he's not 'there' - as if you could put your hand through him - limp handshake, know what I mean?
Nice guy, like, if not a 'little' weird.
Well, he's having a 50th Birthday party tomorrow evening at his 'country residence'.
I was down there yesterday.
There's this marquee that isn't far off the area of a football pitch. There's a separate kitchen area, all fitted out to house nine chefs and their attendant staff.
The main area is split in half - one end for dining, the other for dancing.
Both areas ar fully carpeted and lined internally with ruched drapes. the ceiling in the dining area is the same material as the drapes, that in the dance area a black cloth containing thousands of LED's, so as to mimic the night sky.
There are a couple of DJ's and a band booked (no point asking whom, because I don't take any notice of such things anymore - MEMO TO SELF: You're getting old) and there are more crates of wine lying in the house to be transfered there than you'd see in a branch od Oddbins.
There are going to be 165 guests and the costs will be at
least £1000 per head.
the do will last five hours and, first thing Monday, everything will be stripped down, with the drapes, carpets and other sundry items skipped and carted off to some landfill.
Fuckin' bonkers - that's all I can say - fuckin' bonkers
