I have just returned from a non-too-successful marketing tour in Amsterdam, in which I struggled through a dinner with ABN-Clogbank’s chief chap Dirk Van Hoegaarden. It was going nowhere until his charming wife turned up looking stunning, dripping with diamonds from head to toe, and sporting a Persian tiara that she’d happened upon in a quaint little junk shop near the Herengracht.
Conversation sparkled as Dirk regaled his wife with various companies about to merge, directors about to resign, and how a small biplane had missed the runway at Schiphol and hit 18 prize cows known as the Queens of Rotterdam.
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