Women, being distracted by them.

Yesterday I was awfully distracted in a meeting. It was a work meeting in the office with a load of other people but our new P.R. girl was there. She is hauntingly beautiful, and although I know, through experience that P.R. girls are not to be dated and that any sort of dalliance with someone you work with does tend end up causing some uncomfortable moments.

Anyway, I managed to say at least a few insightful things in between getting rather sloshed on a couple of bottles of Chateau Chelsea so I don't think I did too awfully for having a bit of a slow start.

Also as I had no idea about the meeting until various glamorous people showed up with sunglasses on their heads at which point my boss appeared and apologized about not telling me about it earlier. It was a bit off, as I was not dressed for meeting people, especially mesmerizingly magnificent public relations types. I shall have to train him better.

Today I have no less than two boozy lunches and an event to go to, then in the evening the chaps and I are going to bimble around local bars doing that manly bonding thing that involves drinking until you are in a complete state of disrepair. I am rather looking forward to it.