Regular readers (have you nothing better to do? How about flossing?) will know that we have spent heavily on our sophisticated marketing and sales systems at Juice. We now have phones that ring, and that seems to be working really well.

Obviously we are God fearing at Juice. In truth though he rates slightly lower than
- the bank (who think we’re a bit strange as we made them take their jackets and ties off in the car park when they came to see us before we allowed them in the door – I mean, a client could have mistaken them for a bailiff)
- the VAT man (who appears in our lives at the most awkward moments)
- the book-keeper (who is convinced we’re on the fiddle)
- the office manager, Ginny (who is coolly efficient but if you leave your teaspoon in the sink is best avoided for several weeks).

SID
We heard shocking news during this project. Apparently some of her majesty’s subjects ain’t entirely honest guv and have been known to steal from various esteemed financial organisations, most esteamy of all being The Nationwide Building Society (friends of Juice).

The thing about our friends at InterContinental is that they have a great way with toilet roll – have you checked out how nice and soft it is (the one with the puppies I reckon – how many free soft toys must they have back of house?) and how the end is always neatly pointy. (Don’t try this at home if you have more than two bathrooms, it could in a messy divorce as a result of a lot of microwave meals due to timing issues).