I had a coffee at home then dashed out (in a light grey single breasted suit with sky blue YSL shirt but no tie) and headed to a 5 star hotel near the Tower Of London to usher this Tory cnut to his speaking slot at a dull seminar but I got there early so had four coffees and 12 posh biscuits and the caffeine and sugar made me manic so I shook too many hands and told folk I’d forgotten my business cards and then I listened to speakers from middle-Europe with comedy English accents tell us about ‘milky cows’ and ‘Chinese girls addicted to wedding cake’ until I could take no more and told my boss that we should skip the fancy lunch and do a runner which we did but now I’m at my desk and I’ve just finished a bag of liquorice allsorts and now I really wish we’d stayed for the luxury bait and chit-chattery with Frankfurt dwelling S&M-enthusiast bankers.