Thursday, March 25, 2004
Now I'm off to meet a client's client in a hotel bar in the city. He insisted. Why, I don't know, he appears to have an office somewhere in London, but maybe he's just time-poor and this will save him twenty minutes getting to and fro meetings. I can't help feeling like some kind of drug-mule in training. If I never come back, look for me at One Aldwych.
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