What could be better than a break to a week's routine with a day trip into London?
Coming out of a conference room into a sunny riverbank London after working your way through a nerve-wracking and potentially career-making presentation, looking about you, nodding gently to yourself and thinking, 'I fucking own this town.'
That'll do it.
nope, didn't get your mail. was it regarding my voicemail?
You still in the big smoke? You should have told me we could meet for a drink.
awww yeah!
you da man, man.
Actually, I think if you peruse the small print, you'll find that I own this town (albeit I've got it on a long-term hire purchase deal, whereby I'm paying off a fiver a month).
Ah, Adrian - it was only for the morning, but yes! In future - definitely.
Vaughan. And who does that fiver go to? Hmm? Hmm?
Me.
Vaughan, you may own the town, but I own this CITY!