But for all that, I don’t seem to be half as busy as Andy is now he is ‘retired’. He tears around the world having this meeting and then that flight, then this dinner then another flight and I don’t exactly think that they seem to be relaxing in any way at all during their retirement. They somehow seem scared to slow down. I have to say that, despite all the amazing lavish trips we have had together, the spontaneous off the cuff nights have also been very memorable, and one sticks in the mind when we spent £43 on a night out in Bangor! And when I say we, this was somehow my turn to pick up the bill. Andy had some lame excuse about forgetting his wallet, and he promised to pay me back. You can’t beat unplanned beers and banter. So that’s Andy and Patricia, sneaking into this book, which is mostly about older folk, by virtue of their impact on the book and by my fear of not including them. Actually, my fear of Patricia. I would batter Andy in a fight but me against her – it would be a bookies’ nightmare, or actually not, as the favourite would win, and that favourite would not be me. I can say that here as she won’t bother to read this far, as she will be off on a charity do or some madcap business idea or travelling to Germany for a beer. “Sit still woman, will you and read a book!” Finally, I may need to tell you about Andy P’s sporting prowess? Non-existent. Only kidding, as he is a very fine cricketer indeed and good mostly at ball sports such as golf, squash and so on. An amazing throwing arm too. We had a competition amongst the EY cricket team once at Neston to see who could throw a cricket ball the furthest and he won. I really, really wanted to win and if there was no limit on how many throws you could have, I would still be there to this day, around the clock, trying to beat the distance he whipped the hapless ball that night. Little bugger. The ball was too light for me and that’s why I couldn’t get a grip on it. So, thanks for the memories, Andy Pritchard and where’s my £21.50?
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