No rest for the wicked

I have been working away a lot lately in Crawley, hence the few and far between posts.

Anyway, I was at a meeting in Bristol last week (those who know me will know where) and I had gone through the security procedures and passed the armed guards.

As I was walking to the meeting, I heard running footsteps behind me and out of the corner of my eye I saw my boss dodge out of the way, then I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and the words

"Excuse me sir, we need to check your security pass"

Well I nearly shit my pants! I turned around, face drained of colour, to see the grinning face of a guy I used to work with in Malvern. Everyone laughed at me, of course! I was just hoping that the lump in the back of my trousers was shepherds pie!

Anyway, Im back in Crawley next week, so unless there's an internet connection in my hotel room, I wont be posting for a week :-(