I’m surrounded by Dicks and covered in Seamen!

Do you know that feeling? You know, when you can’t swallow fast enough and it starts to dribble down your chin? I should tell you what happened the other day.

I know you were probably wondering what happened to me last week. Well, yada yada yada, and I end up having my stomach pumped at the local hospital. Perhaps I should explain a little better.

Where to begin. OK, to keep a long story short, here’s what happened. I flew down to San Diego last week to visit some clients, along with Bernard my photographer from the ad agency. This particular client had the unusual distinction of having a VP of Communications, a marketing director and an account manager all named Richard. It really was a nest of Dicks!

After a very productive few days at their headquarters, and I must say some spectacular weather, I finally got ready to leave on the Friday night. That’s when I usually write my emails to you, as you doubtless know. However, much to my surprise, the boys had decided to take me out for a night on the town. They surprised me at the hotel and practically kidnapped me, and took me out to one of the many excellent seafood restaurants in San Diego.

I wore a nice little Channel suit, a pencil skirt and some spectacular heels. You know, my good friend Lenni says they’re too conservative. Not like…