It's taken me 5 days to recover from our busman's holiday of almost stag-party like proportions. It all started on Thursday when we called all the members with weekend bookings and told them they could have their car for free on Thursday, so we could close the office early and run off to Monaco!
Of course Monaco is not just about F1...it's also about losing a lot of money!
We got in on Thursday night and spent Friday on the golf course (paying 100 euros to lose another 30 euros of golf balls). Friday night was spent in the casino losing even more money.
On Saturday night we were supposed to be on Eddie Jordan's boat party but he cancelled it so we were a bit stranded. Jon, Simon and I wandered around soaking up the atmosphere and were about to get the last train back to Nice until we suddenly got lucky and managed to gate-crash the Red-Bull party. Oh, if only we had got the train...you see I don't even like Red Bull so all I drank was neat vodka all night...needless to say by 4am I was back to my old college habits - doing the "chilli kebab" and playing poker with my house mates (losing even more money).
By Sunday night I was pooped and decided to take it easy soaking up the display of exotica (all varieties), around Casino Square. I'm definitely getting old.
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