All male, and all suited and booted, Sky appear in the bar looking like
the cast of Reservoir Dogs.
Two beers in, airtime sales manager Mark Reeve introduces us to his
’It used to be an ’innie’,’ he declares. ’But one day I was standing at
the bar and it popped out, so now I’ve got an ’outie’.’
’Apps’ (head of client sales, Graham Appleby) tries a few lines on a
couple of old ladies who look like Barbara Cartland rolled into Leslie
Joseph. Unfortunately, their hearing is clearly not what it was, and his
opening gambit about cocktails has them flummoxed. ’Not Bream,’ he
shouts, ’Breeze, Sea Breeze.’
Other diners are looking a little unamused by our jokes (possibly ’cos
they ain’t funny), so we launch into DIY karaoke - much more
Business development chap Peter Berkeley does a passable Ian Dury.
Fearing for their ’relationship’ with the Langans management, Chips
(sales controller, Mark Chippendale) and Richard Hawking usher us into
the back room for a round of Irish coffees.
All the sensible people have gone home, but our editor is ushered into
the Cabaret of Angels. And the less said about that, the better ...