Let me start by coming clean and saying that this didn’t happen in my office to our James, but it DID happen.

So James goes down the pub for a drink after work. Just a quiet drink, it’s not intended to be a long one out, but it becomes one of those nights. You know what I’m talking about, one drink leads to another and the next thing you know you’re ordering in table food because you aren’t making it home for dinner. It was a really good night as well by all accounts, everyone was having a good time. Chintu with his usual invincibility went over to a group of ladies who turned out to be from the PR Company down the road opposite Foxtons and the next thing everyone knew they’d come over to join the group and James was sharing a sofa with a couple of lovely PR types. Now there is nothing wrong or sinister in this part, for thos of you who know who I’m talking about James isn’t married, is single and this story isn’t going to lead on to him having an affair, his wife finding out about it through facebook, and James ending up with a divorce, no home to live in and being fired (though I’m sure that would have happened at some point to someone by now).

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