Okay, so this morning I was supposed to meet a very important client, along with my CEO in the Radisson Manchester.
The good news is that I turned up to a Radisson Manchester on time with no problems.
I get there early, I take a seat in reception. I see Piers Morgan sweep by, pose for the papparazzi and jump into a huge Merc. I see two other celebrity type people. I find out they’re here for ‘Britain’s Got Talent’.
Then I get a call along the lines of, "Where are you? We’re ready here at Manchester Airport" I’m in the city centre one. The new boy, trying very hard to do well. Not doing well…….OH MY GOD!!!! I AM DEAD!
Brain shuts down, feel funny. Black out.
Next thing I know I’m being helped up by a familiar face – someone from ‘Cutting it’. She asks me if I’m all right and asks her PA to get me some water, before gliding out in front of the waiting flashbulbs.
I drive back to the office to face the music. I don’t get fired, I don’t get a roasting. I do get mercilessly mocked.
I would have prefered to spill lots of tea as my first gaffe, but there you go.
NORTHERN PLANNER 
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