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Mr.G gives us a lesson in etiquette

Posted Sep 11, 2008

A sweet touch sent directly (with bodyguard) from Mr.G's office

I sadly never got to tell the office about my world-exclusive “meeting” with Antony, as there was a hysterical-ness when I got in. Turns out Mr.G’s office had called to say they were sending over something as a little thank-you for his little winners…!

Obviously the morning’s emails were interspersed with frequent glances out of the window until a scream finally heralded the arrival of what looked like a bodyguard (jewels?) complete with radio, walk down the drive clutching a very chic bag. I was quite disturbed/amazed/concerned by it all. I mean, we only found out yesterday that we have been awarded three prizes for creativity, blah, blah… and yet pre-show/pre fashion week party/Mr.D’s birthday he also remembers to arrange a very so-chic gift-wrapped chocolate delivery (Saint Ambroeus – visit nxt time you’re in Milan) for us.

I’m lucky if I manage to feed myself pre-show let alone look fabulous, arrange parties, inspiration for next spring/arrange thank-you gifts. I bet he never forgets to send thank-you cards at Christmas. Needless to say we spent the rest of the day gorging on chocolate but for today at least I don’t care, as I know I’m still a winner in the eyes of Mr. G.

Would it be weird to frame the card?

After yesterday’s evening of culture it was back to the bottle (after eating a kilo of chocolate it was ridiculous not to) and a meeting with ex-colleagues after work. I met them in the Diana hotel (kind of happening in a lounge music, soft furnishings way for girls who wear expensive heels set and aspire to live in Manhattan), but of course everyone was about an hour late so I had to perch on a very uncomfortable bar stool and fend off a greasy looking banker (well slightly exaggerating, he looked as bored as me but DID offer me a drink), but still, who’s going to stoop to a banker now?? The only thing that’s going to go down on them now is their bank balance.

The girls arrived – we drank – ate pizza – drank – ate pizza.

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