The boss (of the boss of my boss), Capo di Tutti Capi I suppose, finally had her final leaving do on the rooftop terrace at the Century Club on London’s fashionable Shaftesbury Avenue between the steak houses, theatres and chinese herbal medicine joints. This is her making her final farewell address. I’ve always liked Heather – whenever there’s a departmental do she lets her hair down and gets as lashed as the next person. It was a fun event and we didn’t let the fact that the rooftop terrace is enclosed in a cheap looking tent and stinks of the sewer put us off.
Don’t make the mistake I did. This one isn’t the Century Club we went to – that one’s in Century City and looks quite ‘classy’. We went to this one. Interestingly, most of the positive comments about London’s own Century Club on this review site, are a) anonymous and b) incredibly flattering about the owner:
“Very nice food and friendly receptionist! Good looking owner!
by: Anonymous, 23 November 2004″