I am now working in Tunbridge Wells, like most offices the majority of the staff are lovely, hard working ordinary folk - although there are a few echoes of 'Monday Monday' ( A very silly comedy aimed at those juvenile middle aged people raised on Dad's Army) I love it!!
I haven't met Christine Frances (Head of HR) yet, which is a shame as I think Fay Ripley is brilliant but our office has its fair share of characters, most notably there is the ever present CEO wannabe, one of those poor souls who comes across as a failed candidate for Sir Alan's 'The Apprentice' - all overly applied makeup and loud and meaningless chatter, delivered at a scarily dangerous volume and at that manic breathless speed so beloved by those that hate, dare I say refuse to listen to any voice other than their own.
However I shall soon have a chance to meet a broader section of Butterworths, sorry the company, I have foolishly (Note to self 'edit foolishly to read bravely') entered a Poker Tournament which takes place after work tomorrow.
I think I will finish last as not only do I not know the rules but the closest I have ever come to playing was when I arranged a Strip Poker evening a few months ago. Sadly the event was cancelled when the Minogue sisters failed to show. Well I could hardly spend the time playing with myself could I?
On that note I shall say goodnight - watch out for a report on the card sharks very soon.