So, with Cannes Lions over for yet another year – yep, you guessed it, NFI’d again – my attention is turning to our summer holiday. And, now that all those adland tossers have had their fix of France, hopefully “L’Hexagone” will be safe once more.
Oh to feast on the finest cheeses, including Reblochon (dating from the 13th century its name means pinching the cow udders twice, thus, the milk acquired is very creamy); Époisses de Bourgogne (dating from the 16th century, if it was good enough for Louis XIV and Napoleon, it’s just about good enough for us); and Cure Nantais (dating from 1880, it is nicknamed “priest cheese”…don’t ask).
Then there are the finest wines, including Picpoul de Pinet (a crisp, refreshing white made exclusively from the ancient Picpoul grape variety); Domaine Pontifical Châteauneuf du Pape 2016 (made with 75% Grenache Noir and a touch of Syrah, Counoise, Cinsault and Mourvedre) and even Château La Gordonne’s Le Cirque des Grives 2019, (sumptuous, with a compelling oily texture, satisfying layers of melon fruit drizzled in acacia honey, shavings of white chocolate and musty sprinklings of white pepper that dance on the palate.)
What do you mean I am trying to pad out this week’s column? How very dare you!
Going back to the holiday, the real problem is, how are we going to shake off our pesky bosses, so that us girls – that’s me, Roxy, and Peggy and Meggy from Skeggy – can have an actual holiday rather than a busman’s one?
You see, even they would probably notice if we all left the office unmanned for a fortnight. I say probably, not because they would miss us or our output, but because there would be no-one to drag them out of the pub at closing time.
Not that this seems to be an issue for many of our colleagues in the media world. According to Slot Tracker (I know, I’ve never heard of them either but this is their 15 minutes of fame), out of all the sectors, media employees love their bosses the most.
In fact, individuals aged between 18 and 34 are the most besotted, with a staggering 95.2% admitting to adoring their manager. Among those, 86.8% of females expressed a preference compared to 75% of males.
Anyway luckily I have hatched a plan, as one tried and tested way to get rid of McNotSoFatty (yep he’s lost weight) and McThinner (yep, he’s kept it off) is to ask for a pay rise.
Last time I broached the subject, they disappeared off the planet for a month; just enough time to sample all the wine and cheese we can take…
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