Subject: A festive lunch.
I thought you’d joined the 10% of the country that had moved abroad, it’s been so long since I heard from you. Reluctantly I’ll agree to lunch on Thursday – it’s the Punt Grierson Christmas party that night – and Liz is back on Saturday. We’ve much to discuss, though.
Subject: Christmas hols.
If it’s OK with you, I’ll take Friday and next week off. With Liz due back soon I’ve a lot of clearing up to do. Incidentally, who’s the best person to talk to about launching a private equity fund?
Subject: What management?
This place is crazy. You’ve returned to fund management, Hugh is forever absent, the Fraser Kilroy boys have departed to their new owners and Brian Jameson doesn’t arrive until the new year. Who’s making decisions?
Subject: Thanks for the drink….
Sorry I couldn’t help much over this Jameson character. Hugh rates him, as does my broker chum Phil. It’s his firm’s Christmas party tomorrow. Would you like me to wangle an invite?
Subject: Your homecoming.
All is arranged for Saturday – I’ll be at Heathrow in person to meet you. I’ve booked us a table for lunch at that restaurant you like on Christmas Day. Must fly – I’m off to Phil’s party.
Subject: Last night.
You were seriously out of order – had you come straight from a boozy lunch? Anyway, the weekend’s diary columns may have something to report after what you said to that journalist. And the bid for Dragon Life’s out – from a private equity house!
To be continued…