Budget meetings – enough said!

Our budgeting process has started early for next year and beyond. It finishes early too which, I suppose, is something to be thankful for.

It’s a process a bit like Chinese water torture – you know that thing where you’re in a room that’s gradually filling up with water and all you can hear is it drip, dripping. Or maybe the thing from (I think, though my memory may be failing me on this) 1984(?) where the baddies work out what your deepest fear is and then inflict it on you.

A whole bunch of us are basically locked in a room and unable to get out until the process is done.

Everyone has bits of their job they love (I still get a kick out of client meetings, selling stuff, spending time with the team, writing for business, marketing and a whole lot more – it’s not all doom and gloom) and bits about their job they hate. This is the bit I hate above all others.

It’s days like these when I wish I could crawl under my desk and hide……….

Blimey – I’ve just looked at this pic and realised there is cleavage showing – please be quite clear that this potd is NOT going to end up in the tacky realms of ‘readers wives’. I will leave that to the legions of others who seem not to realise that soft porn is best left to professionals.

Last year we were at Golitha and two years ago, I was recounting a tale of love and friendship....

Oh yes, here's little old me - sandwiched in the meta gallery between two pairs of tits - how good does that make me feel?