Thursday, 12 February 2009


Wearing the tightest trousers since Sandra Dee, Adam gives a Creative presentation to the rest of
the company whose eyes embarrassingly transfix on his groin where the exact size and shape of
his chipolata’s helmet can easily be identified. His presentation reminds the company of a
rambling Judy Finnigan. With smaller cock.
With the big pitch brief coming in this afternoon, Adam escapes to another unknown meeting and
returns 3 and a half hours later smelling of pickled eggs and Hoegarden.