I can’t imagine all that many times in my life when I’ll find myself inside a golf club so I thought it only right and proper to ‘celebrate’ the event by a photo.

In fact, I think I can say, without fear of contraception (was it Irene Handl who said that? – I’ll bet Eric and my Dad’ll know) that this is only the second time in my life and the last occasion was my sister’s wedding at an even more swanky place than this one (that’s only made possible because that one had an old Manor House as its clubhouse).

My job as ‘company joker’ requires me to stand up, tell a few jokes and enthuse people at our big corporate meetings so that’s what I’ve been doing today although I must say I thought it was one of my shabbier performances to be honest……

Though I was told afterwards by one of my younger colleagues that the first time he ever saw me, when he was a new sprog in our business, that he’s decided I was ‘sensational’ because I beefed up my part of that meeting by drawing analogies between selling our services and selling Tom Jones, U2 and Robbie Williams albums. He said it was ‘something to behold’ and made him think ‘she’s some woman’. I must say that flattery gets him everywhere – he charmed me to bits what with his lovely French accent too (s’alright DM – you’re still my man).

It’s been a long and arduous day and this little encounter has sustained me through it.

Last year, I was photographing David's piles.