Soz, soz, sozzled
We left the agency at 11.30 after our client meeting. We'd assembled the troops from other departments, creatives and media boys, and made our Christmas lunch plans. The media boys were planning experts.
Two pints in the Red Lion before lunch at Rugantinos. 'Hollow Legs', our client, had G&Tx2, a personal bottle of Barolo and 5 grappas. Next, a Soho drinking club for barley winex3 and 15 pints. Eventually, by taxi to St Pancras. Two final pints in the Shires Bar.
He slept through Leicester, his destination, waking at Sheffield.
I've always wondered what he said to Mrs HL. Sorry?
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Memorable Christmases
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Ha! I've been drinking with hollow legs many times. Unlikely the same person so must be something in the water here in Leicester X
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Thanks, both. There was no way I could match him. His name was Noel (fittingly for the nature of the celebration). We reckoned it was really No-L - no limits. A very slim Geordie (says a lot) with an apparently infinite capacity for booze, he was very good at his day job running a huge brand, the biggest in its market.
