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Posted 15/05/2007 by The Daily Diary
One newly-appointed City head chose the drizzly bank holiday just passed to run riot in the glassware section of Habitat, taking advantage of a 20% discount voucher in The Observer (and there was The Diary thinking City lawyers were right-wing porcelain fiends who got paid a bundle).
However, the partner’s idyllic long weekend was shattered when a seasonal deluge compromised the integrity of his signature Habitat paper bags. A hundred yards outside the door, said bags promptly split, engulfing the partner in a thousand shards of cut-price cut glass.
“What did you do then?” The Diary innocently enquired.
“I shouted ‘motherf**kers’ at the top of my voice,” boasted the partner, comfortable in the knowledge that his 10 and 13-year-old kids, who had accompanied him on the trip, were already more than familiar with the term.