Went to work, had some meetings, that Andrea is one hell of a slave driver, making me work on my last day!
Nice try Andrea, but come, a little pragmatism please.
We went to Momo's for lunch where I made the place not Halal by bringing my own glass of wine - bad Phil!
Back to the office and more work - I know! But not too much.
I had been worried about today for sometime, not the end bit of it, more the towards the end of it, where a bunch of people start to mull round my desk and look like they aren't waiting for everyone else to hurry up and do the same.
As soon as they did I opened my trusty single glass of M&S red wine - I'd promised I would and so I did and besides, what the fuck is anyone gonna do now?
And then it began, I was honoured to have two people do my introduction and so it was that Stuart Hughes and Paul Clarkin both set about destroying me in front of my ex-co-workers to be. Luckily for me the worst of the stories were unbrodcastable in front of such an audience so a 'sever ribbing' was given, and I thoroughly enjoyed every second, and then my speech, then one I'd written and practised and re-written and edited and thrown away and written a smaller version of it, so as not to be boring...
... forgot it all, every word, except 'thanks', but it seemed to go well, people laughed and I got to drink the wine, so I was happy and I got some lovely presents. Light-up Lightsaber chopsticks!, an amusing coaster, a pinny with 'Glass of wine ladies?' on.
I was happy.
I sent a work email, yes actually.
And then did the rounds saying goodbye to a whole floor of people, no small feat, and then was given 'the clap' on the way out, which made me even happier still.
To Cane and Grain we went.
Nice try Andrea, but come, a little pragmatism please.
We went to Momo's for lunch where I made the place not Halal by bringing my own glass of wine - bad Phil!
Back to the office and more work - I know! But not too much.
I had been worried about today for sometime, not the end bit of it, more the towards the end of it, where a bunch of people start to mull round my desk and look like they aren't waiting for everyone else to hurry up and do the same.
As soon as they did I opened my trusty single glass of M&S red wine - I'd promised I would and so I did and besides, what the fuck is anyone gonna do now?
And then it began, I was honoured to have two people do my introduction and so it was that Stuart Hughes and Paul Clarkin both set about destroying me in front of my ex-co-workers to be. Luckily for me the worst of the stories were unbrodcastable in front of such an audience so a 'sever ribbing' was given, and I thoroughly enjoyed every second, and then my speech, then one I'd written and practised and re-written and edited and thrown away and written a smaller version of it, so as not to be boring...
... forgot it all, every word, except 'thanks', but it seemed to go well, people laughed and I got to drink the wine, so I was happy and I got some lovely presents. Light-up Lightsaber chopsticks!, an amusing coaster, a pinny with 'Glass of wine ladies?' on.
I was happy.
I sent a work email, yes actually.
And then did the rounds saying goodbye to a whole floor of people, no small feat, and then was given 'the clap' on the way out, which made me even happier still.
To Cane and Grain we went.
It was good, there was drink, there was at one point, all the people, and most of the alcohol, I remember:
1 beer (Clarkin)
2, Flaming zombies (Nick and new guy in the office that is sure is making many friends)
1 big fuck off strawberry daiquiri (Cotteril?)
2 Tequilla shots (Ackah and Reekie, might be wrong)
1 flaming Viking! (Thanks Kirsry it meant a lot)
Some ribs, a sensible option (Thanks Mr Fox) and delicious too.
At some point we went to the Bakerie and I was bought an Erdinger and then someone reminded me that Eric had put a bottle of wine behind for me - what Legend.
I didn't buy one drink, but I was very, very drunk Anjie sent me video to prove it.
And then of course there was 'Reserved for Phil Speakman', a classic piece of Paul Thohey magic that will never be forgotten.
These two pictures about sum up my life, sorry, I mean night.
I'd like go give a special mention to a Mr Andrew Brown who took me home, but not in a sexy way.
These two pictures about sum up my life, sorry, I mean night.
I'd like go give a special mention to a Mr Andrew Brown who took me home, but not in a sexy way.