Confirmation of ownership

Kathryn, that is Kathryn of Kathryn and Mark (the folk that I stayed with when I got here), has signed on the dotted line! Apologies Simon / Hudson - but could she really be expected to resist?

We caught up for dinner last night and talked shop - covering some of the basic expectations I have of my team. Nothing out of the ordinary, skim milk - no sugar, calling me 'sir' wil come naturally after a while, just as I was about to cover personal appearance - Mark rang (and by the look on K's face - that was probably just as well). I took the call, but it was a tad noisy in the bar, so I headed to the top of the stair case. Fag in hand....

Now I tend to blow the smoke straight up when I smoke, I stayed true to form. It wasn't until I had completely voided myself of those nasty chemicals that I realised I was doing so directly into a smoke alarm!!!

As I was thought to myself, 'not a smart play Frit', the resonant sirens confirmed my premonition. "Mark, it's getting harder to hear you mate - I have just set off the fire alarm. Might have to call you back".

Back to Kathryn at the table - I didn't have to say a word, "that was you wasn't it?" she enquired stated. She needed have bothered, fags into suit jacket, ash tray dispersed to adjacent table, the only remaining clue was my impersonation of a 'big red'.

"Cheque please".