Margot! Thank God!
It's all gone pear-shaped, Margot!
And it began so hopefully. I couldn't believe it when the Golden Ticket dropped into my Inbox! Little Old Gerry, no longer confined to the Middle Management canteen? Invited to trough at the Golf Club Top Table? Well, to say I was flattered would be an understatement.
And you should have seen the hors d'oevres they had up there! The best that Marguerite Patten could offer! Hard-boiled eggs, with piped egg mayonnaise on top; parma ham wrapped around an asparagus spear - the works!
But then.. then.. it all went a bit wrong. There was a bit of a misunderstanding in the Ladies' Lounge about the new Lexus "Leadership" range - in my opinion their best mid-price range to date - and to cut a long story short I got on the wrong side of Geoff, who's Chair of the Entertainment Committee.
Always seemed a decent enough chap, but crikey, he took a bit of a dislike to me. He was rather.. unkind, actually, Margot! Said a few things about my handicap that I wouldn't care to repeat.
I expected the chaps to back me up, but do you know, they didn't. Not sure why. Perhaps they didn't want Geoff to say unkind things about their handicap. Anyway, it suddenly seemed like quite a small place up there, what with no-one wanting to meet my eye.
Oh, Margot!