If your employer enforces a no-drinking-at-lunchtime policy, you
have to be very careful about being seen in the pub, as TDI’s Mike Long
discovered a couple of weeks ago.
Long-serving Long, a highly-rated sales pro who is known to sport the
’funeral director’ look, was seen skulking into a popular hostelry on
Doubtless he was just killing time before a meeting, but he looked a
little startled when his mobile rang. He was even more surprised when
the caller told him to look out of the pub window.
Imagine his consternation upon spying four of TDI’s customers sitting on
the other side of the road at Zilli Fish. The gaggle of poster
specialists - aware of TDI’s stance on daytime boozing - were chuckling
away at the guilty look on Long’s face.
’What are you drinking?’ demanded the caller. Long defiantly insisted it
was a Diet Coke. Perhaps that’s why he looked so embarrassed. Or perhaps
Hotcakes’ utmost respect is due to one particular Zenith buyer, who
should probably remain nameless. While Hotcakes herself is far from
immune to a bit of clubland recreational activity, it seems she has a
long way to go to catch up with the buyer in question.
Flown out to Ibiza by the MTV posse, our heroine decided to go for it,
but maybe she overshot the mark. About 24-hours after she should have
returned to the UK, a colleague decided to phone up to find out where
she had got to.
It turned out she was ’waiting for a helicopter ambulance to airlift her
off the island’ because she ’could no longer move’. That, my friends, is
’avin it large.
Carat is not suffering the same dearth of graduates that others in media
seem to be, but Hotcakes wonders if it has dropped its standards.
The agency took its youngsters on an Emap-sponsored piss-up - or
’graduate training day’ as it prefers to call it - to charming local
hostelry The Newton Arms. A battle of the sexes ensued, in which the
drinking prowess of the male contingent was challenged by the females.
The new recruits were duly put into teams for a ’boat race’, that seems
to have consisted of downing six pints in 45 minutes.
Sadly, the men were on the wrong end of a sound thrashing. Little Glenn
’Lambykins’ Davies, with one of the feeblest performances of the day,
spent the afternoon back in the office throwing up.
Hotcakes worries for the future of our once great industry.