First the good news. At last I have secured a lucrative contract and will soon be literally rolling around in piles of cash in my sexy lingerie for all to ogle – although there is a sting in the tail, more of which later.
You see, in the interests of this fine site, earlier in the week I attended the latest Adlib UK get-together.
Having reported last month about the antics of the Association of Drunken List and Insert Brokers – where “likeminded individuals meet and exchange ideas in a convivial atmosphere” – I thought I’d give them another shot.
There I met a lovely man, Damian Philip of Datafuel. And, I’ll tell you what, he can slip me a few insert opportunities any day of the week. Lynn Stevens and the guys from Lloyd James Group were out in force too, Scott Brown who organises the event, plus a rather hunky data planner from Rapp.
However, having sneaked to the loo to powder my nose – not with the Devil’s Dandruff mind you – I returned to find they had all vanished to Soho for some leaving drinks, leaving me and Damian to chew the fat, as it were.
Suddenly, a rather fit young man sidled up to me at the bar and asked if I wanted to go upstairs to a private event, which included free drinks all night. I mean, do I look like that kind of girl? Obviously I do…
So, never being one to miss out on free champagne, I let him lead the way, and, lo and behold, I walked straight into a Burlesque show sponsored by some security management firms.
No sign of former DMA man James Kelly – who now heads up their trade body – though, but plenty of nubile flesh on display. Now, maybe it was the free drink, maybe just a moment of joie de vivre, but I decided I could do a much better job of the Burlesque dancing than that lot. Luckily, I had the right underwear on too, and the next thing I know I was cavorting on stage like a good ‘un. Believe you me, I went down very well, too.
So well, in fact, that they offered me a job on the spot. Hurrah! At last my financial woes have been eased.
But here is the sting in the tail folks. I’m afraid little ol’ Busty is putting down her quill for a while to travel the world as a star performer. Luckily, Uncle Ivan has agreed to cover my arse from next week. But don’t forget, you can catch up with all the filth via my Twitter feed – all 10 of you!
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