Over Cannes-out

Yep survived another year and this time I've made it onto the Eurostar, albeit with a 30 min delay, with the madness of the week rapidly becoming a distant speck..
We are under the English channel so soon shall be back on British soil once again and back to a semblence of sanity.
There was no english breakfast served on a spoon this year instead down-on-its-luck Bradford rolled out Linda Barker of crap furniture ad and TV makeover fame to promote the city. God knows who thought that was an effective use of however much money she cost.

I did make a bit of a tit of myself by only recognising her enough to think she must be a PR I'd met last year. "Oh I thought I recognised your face" is probably not the best line to use when introduced to a 'celebrity'.

Ms Barker, however, did recount the tale of her rushed journey to Heathrow in which, following a delay in traffic, she decided to park in the short stay car park. (For those who aren't familiar with parking at Heathrow it is bloody expensive parking in the short stay for anything other than a very short stay). The purpose was, I imagine to amuse us with the dilemma she found herself in when the machine wouldn't give her a ticket: Should she go to the attendant and explain the fault before leaving the car park or wait until she returned when she gamble on getting away with paying less. A dilemma indeed and as you are no doubt curious to know that she got a ticket before getting on the plane. 

But there is a humorous element to the tale, trust me. While Ms Barker was telling us about this incident one of the two PR's that listening piped up: "are we picking up the tab for the short stay car park" which was followed by a stoney silence.

Good to see the the URC's budget is being spent on essentials.

The other silliness to note was a Russian town being promoted by three identically dressed models sporting pregnancy bumps and pushing around prams with towers coming out of them. Birth of a new town apparently. (Do you see what they've done there). It certainly got everyone talking but not about the town as not a single person I spoke to remembered the town's name.
There are numerous other tales I could recount but I've had quite enough for one year. Mosh is under instruction to order a take away and the plan is to jump in a cab at St Pancras float out the other end into my slippers and grasp my first glass of wine of the week. Yes I did it all sober this year which was illuminating.
Fingers crossed it all goes to plan.