Tonight I found myself at possibly the most bizarre work party I've ever been to. It was at the bowling alley just opposite the Institute of Education, aka the not-cool bowling venue of Bloomsbury, as opposed to this (god, I don't even LIKE bowling, how can I know about two places in such a small part of London??). One of those parties where it was completely impossible to work out who the hell everyone was, or why they were there - clearly something everyone was feeling, given the amount of looking-over-shoulders going on.
So I beat a swift exit with Mr Innovation Guru D, only to find ourselves holed up in the equally dire bar of Bonnington's hotel. I learnt two things there: one, that 'NU' stands for Newcastle in football terms (1 all in penalties, gripping, obviously); and two, more interestingly, that the dreadful bar we were in is in fact a historical site, being the place that Wilson's 'Bonnington group' dreamt up a series of catchphrases including 'the white heat of technology'.
I, however, will remember it most for being the place that I finally decided that I'm done with local govt. Time to draft the resignation letter, I think. And to celebrate that I'm drinking far too much wine tonight, and planning to fail to get up tomorrow to get to work on time. Hah. Feel very excited and free.
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