Thursday, February 16, 2006


There’s the one about the hack who gave in to the temptations of the hotel mini-bar one night on another press trip to the US, drank the entire contents on his own, shat himself (and amazingly all over his clothes) and appeared outside the PR’s hotel room door in the middle of the night, wrapped in a shitty sheet, asking for help in clearing up and finding new clothes.


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