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PR prima doner reveals her sauces

Posted 27/02/2007 by The Daily Diary

Proof reaches a grateful Diary that the City's small but plucky band of legal PRs have not lost their rock'n'roll edge. One renowned press-room diva - who we'll call Tamara - recently regaled your correspondent with several bottles of wine, a lot of shouting and an extended discourse on what a little darling her firm’s head of corporate is.

The debauchery didn't end there, with Tamara picking up a 'hot Greek' on her way home after failing to persuade an increasingly dishevelled Diary to tuck in to yet another bottle of Vino Destructo. Tamara - after boasting of having eaten only “three chips all night” - broke a decade-long vow of abstinence and picked up a junky kebab on the way home.

Our heroine awoke next morning to find that she was "sharing [her] bed with a large doner - with extra chilies”.

Tamara reflected: “As my sister once said, ‘If you were a stick of rock and someone snapped you in half, you would have Newcastle written all over you.’”

By the way, in-house Diary lawyers would like to point out that Tamara is not her real name and that any PR professionals actually called Tamara are not necessarily hard-boozing lushes up for a kebab.

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