Diary: Guess What?
So there you are, in St Petersburg, blue-chip drinks company client by your side, 35 thirsty delegates sat around you in your restaurant of choice. The complimentary drinks arrive and the ninja-like waiting staff disappear having left a supply of: One. Bottle. Of. Wine. The agency head in question eventually got that one sorted before being told the next activity, taking place across town, would take two hours to get to thanks to roadworks. Our man turned it round though, somehow negotiating a police escort for the group and transporting them in just 20 minutes. Good work fella. Elsewhere this month, Diary was loving the groovy dancing from the assembled event folk at Wentworth's Concert on the Course last month (go Izania!) and the revelation from one agency head that his wife used to go out with one much-maligned former Premiership football manager. "She made the better choice," says our man. We have to agree.