Wow, what a weekend with the Verso boys, as that famous Ging Gang Goolie Goolie Watcha song goes, there was plenty of oompah, oompah, oompah, oompah and I was certainly in safe hands. Even their wives were pleased to see me, although obviously I kept my little crush to myself…even I’m not that rude.
The boys cooked topless, the kids played and us girls relaxed outside by soaking up the huge quantities of pink and ogling at the men-folk. Even the gale force winds couldn’t spoil our mood, after all, we had the Winnebago; they had the tents.
To be honest, my only other experience of the outside life had been a rather interesting day out I had in Epping Forest once with Rogering Rog and Calamity Clive, but this being a family magazine all I will say was that a fun time was had by all.
Anyway, luckily I got back from camp just in time for the DecisionMarketing summer party. Well, I say party, it was just me, McKelvey and the child web developer, but we still managed to get through the best part of 10 bottles of bubbly.
For once my esteemed boss was splashing the cash. Then again, we did get it sponsored by one of this site’s very generous advertisers.
Not that everyone in this industry is so generous. Back in the day, there was one agency chief who was so tight-fisted that he used to have the summer party in the back-garden of his own house.
But little did he know that while he was firing up the BBQ, the creative teams were busy snorting coke off his toilet and rifling through his wife’s knickers’ drawer.
There were even prizes on offer back at the agency the next day for the most outrageous pair purloined. Of course, I am far too polite (not to mentioned shit-scared of the lawyers) to name the agency in question, but it just goes to show how very classy everyone was back in the day.
Of course, in 2016, things are so much more civilised. Yeah right…
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