I’d backed up so far that I ended up on the wrong side of the bar, at which point a young lady approached and asked for a glass of champagne. ‘Well, certainly,’ I said, ‘but I’m afraid I don’t actually work here.’ She said, ‘Well who do you work for, then?’ ‘I work for a fizzy drinks company,’ I replied. ‘Oh, which one?’ ‘Red Bull.’ She was into marketing and so asked all about the marketing angles of Red Bull – the energy drink company as opposed to the Formula One team – so I gave her a bit of BS, not having the faintest idea what either of us were talking about.
