Okay, okay, I admit it. I spent the whole of today in the pub. But it was for work – I promise. All eight of us piled into a spare corner of the Devonshire in Brighton to plan, speculate, brainstorm and generally think about what our company is doing, what it needs to be doing, and all that looking forward stuff.
It’s amazing what weird and innovative ideas you can get when you’ve got a few beers down you. But actually we were quite restrained. Nobody got too sloshed and ended up wrestling with a colleague on the pavement outside. Nobody ended up in a coma underneath the table. And nobody assaulted the publican, made an extremely bad pass at the barmaid and tried to do a Cossack dance on the table in the beer garden.
Ah well, maybe next time.