When, on a daytrip to Paris, a liquid lunch blurred into evening
drinks, nobody thought to check their watch. So when one of the group
discovered they had 45 minutes to get across the city to the Eurostar,
it was every man and woman for themselves.
But unfortunately, the only ones to catch the train were two of the four
hosts. And while they were drunkenly speeding their way towards Blighty,
their hapless colleagues were being told: ’Non Mesdames et Monsieurs,
zere is no more Eurostar zis evening.’
The two remaining - and junior - members of staff abandoned their
overnight bag-less guests on a freezing platform at the Gare du
’Instead of installing them in the nearest drinking establishment with a
card behind the bar, they just dumped them,’ says our insider with
barely concealed mirth.
The buyers were left to enjoy worsening hangovers while their hosts ran
around like headless chickens as they tried to find hotel rooms. By the
time everyone was tucked up, it was well into the wee small hours. And
it was straight into work the next day ... on the 6am train.