I picked up my tickets for New York this morning. Everyone from Time Out who started at the company before January has been invited to the fifth birthday party of Time Out New York, to be held next Friday.
We come in as normal on Thursday morning, do a bit of work, have a bit of lunch, go to the airport, hop on a plane, and then mooch around drinking, buying and sleeping with stuff until first thing on Sunday morning, when we grudgingly reboard our huge plane and fly homewards – to return to work on Monday morning “fresh”, “invigorated” and not at all exhausted and hungover. I’m trying to work out how many movies I can fit in if I don’t sleep at all.