Teryy was a great guy to work with
one of those cockney wide boy mid level managers who actually cared about his staff and would defend them to the ends of the earth if anyone ever said a bad thing about any of them.

Being a down to earth lad working in media he also liked a drink or seven at the end of the day like the rest of us. Therefore it came to transpire one Thursday evening he'd taken his staff out for a few drinks in a local bar and I'd tagged along, it was one of those days when nothing has gone right and everyone just wants to have a few drinks and unwind.

As the rest of us sat around telling jokes and generally unwinding Tel kept getting calls from the office about one crisis after another and generally fielding them quite well considering his advanced state of inebriation. That was up until the sixth call anyway when he looked at the caller ID, shouted at his phone "Oh fuck off and leave me alone!" and dropped it straight into his fresh pint of Guinness.

It was like time stood still, all conversation round the table stopped and half the bar looked round to see what the kerfuffle was about so everyone saw his face suddenly change from the slightly drunken cheeky grin over what he'd just done to a sudden dawning realisation and hear him shout, "Oh fuck, my contacts!"

Rescuing the phone we extracted and dried off the SIM leaving him with instructions to dry out the phone and wait till tomorrow before he tried turning it on. All of which was fine advice and the phone did work again eventually, unfortunately not before the couple of drinks turned into a few more and his wife was calling everyone she knew worried when he still hadn't come home at 4AM.

He later told me he got home about 5 to a bollocking from his fiery tempered Italian wife then we all heard his boss shouting at him the next morning too, apparently the combination made for the worst hangover he'd ever had.
(bill, Thu 30 Jul 2009, 12:47, Reply)