Tomorrow Vicki and I are off on a coach trip to the Costa Brava in Spain. I thought a coach trip would be good as I was worried I might be getting a bit snooty. Last night, the beeb paid for dinner for five of us as a kind of project end blowout kind of thing. This by the way, is the first time I've had a meal like this on the company card. We were all a bit blown away by it. Thanks go to a mysterious man named Dan.
We went to the Oxo Brasserie, which is yet another fancy-schmantsy restaurant in London. It has fantastic views of the Thames, fairly good food, and abysmal service. Afterwards, three of us continued to a nightclub where we had vodka martinis and I danced like an electrocuted elk. Life is just becoming way too decadent. And so, the coach, and the 36 hour drive to a campground in Spain. Hopefully, life will be thrust back into perspective.
Who knows, maybe Liv Tyler will be on the bus?