Mind you, no matter how compact these events get, you can always guarantee the stalwarts like Colin Lloyd and Judith Donovan will be in attendance. (Even though they are obviously trying to kill a few of the old ‘uns off by making the smoking area slap bang next to the river on a freezin’ cold night.)
Still, some people actually seemed genuinely pleased to see me; others less so, but you don’t make many friends in this game. Well, only the ones with thick skin and a sense of humour. Funnily enough, I even overheard one young turk say: “Oh God, is that tosser back?” Charmed I’m sure.
Anyway, as you might already know, it was a top night for Archibald Ingall Stretton, although Archie knew little about it and Ingall doesn’t seem to have a care in the world these days apart from the fact that he managed to pull one over on his best mate and arch-rival, Phil Andrews (now Engine chief). Andrews’ own agency, Partners Andrews Aldridge and chums, bagged five golds compared to AIS’ grand prix and six golds. Still, I’m sure Phil will console himself with the fact that he is so “considerably richer than you (and me and virtually everyone else)…”
Finally, it would seem churlish to mention that somehow all the results appeared on Twitter before they were even announced, so we won’t. Having launched a top-level Ivan Idol investigation (ie, I visited Twitter the day after) I couldn’t find anything, so either it was a hoax or I was so hung over I didn’t know where to look (no prizes for guessing the answer to that one).
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