The story behind my name - No I don’t think I’m a ten, I just let a free bar get the better of me.
A few years ago me and a friend went to a work function in a city we weren’t familiar with in a restaurant we wouldn’t normally be able to afford a starter in.
We thought we arriving fashionably late but it turned out we were the first to arrive. So my friend and I sat down at a large table for over an hour on our own with drinks paid by the company.
At every other table there were horse faced people talking like Downton Abbey. So, it seemed to our rapidly soused minds we had to invent characters for ourselves to fit in. We started talking in posh accents to each other, I pretended to be Lady Shagworthy and my friend referred to herself as Dowager Countess Cocktickler. And between us we drank four bottles of wine and by the time my colleagues arrived we were laughing like hyenas.
Anyway the night was eventful, we had a great time, the next day at work was the longest of my life.
So that’s all it was. Every variation of my name was already taken when I set my account up, so I’m here under my alter ego.
We thought we arriving fashionably late but it turned out we were the first to arrive. So my friend and I sat down at a large table for over an hour on our own with drinks paid by the company.
At every other table there were horse faced people talking like Downton Abbey. So, it seemed to our rapidly soused minds we had to invent characters for ourselves to fit in. We started talking in posh accents to each other, I pretended to be Lady Shagworthy and my friend referred to herself as Dowager Countess Cocktickler. And between us we drank four bottles of wine and by the time my colleagues arrived we were laughing like hyenas.
Anyway the night was eventful, we had a great time, the next day at work was the longest of my life.
So that’s all it was. Every variation of my name was already taken when I set my account up, so I’m here under my alter ego.
36-40, F
