The demon drink
You know when your workmates say things such as the following that you probably overcooked it on the beers the previous night:
- "You were hammered last night Lunt"
- "What do you call a scouse actuary? Pissed"
- "You were hilarious last night, getting your belly out and doing the five belly shuffle"*
Further evidence of having a few too many is provided by me falling asleep on the Northern Line and having to taxi home from the end of it.
Luckily, I'm going prevent such things happening in future by not drinking any booze ever again. Ever.
Ever.
Ugh.
* Doesn't ring a bell.
posted by Hotstuff @ 9:32 AM
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8 Comments:
Email from one of the guys here to the fund manager concerned cc'ing a load of people who work here. Adds evidence to me perhaps having a smidgen too much! Won't ever happen again. Mark my words etc.
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Gus
Just a quick note to thank you on behalf of the Hewitt team (and I use the word in its loosest sense) for your hospitality yesterday. We thoroughly enjoyed the cricket and socialising, some us (mentioning no names but think of a scouse actuary) overly so judging on this morning's demeanours.
Thanks again and regards
Andy
Well done Lunt - good work. Did you do anything very career-damaging (eg staring down a woman client's cleavage, telling "Andy" what you really think of him, telling the fund manager that you would never appoint them, etc)? Out on the lash tonight?
Offend people? Dunno, but very likely.
Playing squash with my new bat tonight (they arrived today and are ace) until 8pm then a few shandies with bro and his girlf no doubt before buggering off to the South of France very early tomorrow (get to Waterloo for 6am).
Still plenty of time for me to pack things etc.........
Did you charge the taxi like a bull?
You refer to your new squash equipment in the plural sense. More than one? I'm no squash rules expert, despite my family connections, but I would hazard a guess that using more than one is illegal.
Still, whatever it takes to beat those 95 year old grannies eh?
I bought two bats as they were such a steal at £50 each. I like them so much that I would have bought the company like Mr Remmington but unfortunately my bank account balance wouldn't allow it.
What's your ref relative called again? Presume he's not a Fartside as I can't find his name on the Squash Player site.
My unkle, John Massarella
Yep. He's the guy I saw. This very mouthy bloke (the reining world champ no less) had a pop as him only to be put in his place by a high quality and funny tirade. Something along the lines of "No no, YOU listen to ME Mr Rickets. Cut the backchat and play the game or I'll start taking disciplinary action".
No one to pick a fight with.
They're a feisty sort, these wops. Especially the Donny ones.
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