I'm on a coach outside a hotel. It's before 8am. Bryan Adams's 'Summer of '69' plays on the radio while we wait, noisily.
We're waiting for people who stayed up drinking last night and so far, have not been seen. I think the coach driver has just decided to leave for the conference venue without them.
This then is our work jolly, the sales kickoff held in Newport, South Wales. And by 'jolly', I of course mean day-full-of-presentations-in-a-stuffy-conference-room. So, perhaps not that jolly.
Breakfast was good though.
I did not stay up drinking. I stayed up for conversations about badminton, freemasonry and public-displays-of-affection, and then I went to bed.
How very jolly.
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