Tuesday 3rd February
I wonder if the young ladies who wear the black dresses to serve us (mostly) middle-aged, (mostly) middle-management, (mostly) middle-class chaps ever wonder what it’s like on the other side of the canapé tray. It’s not easy eating rubberised Chinese food and making small talk with people whose professional function is to stop their colleagues doing the things that they’d like.
Fair play to Verracode though. The usual low-sell from persistent chaps.
But what about the Nosh? Not enough I say. Not enough. And too much rubber.