As a refreshing alternative to interminable corporate golf days (the exception being the Post's own, which is marvellous), accountants Baker Tilly chartered a plane to fashionable Le Touquet for lunch.
Unfortunately, most of the invited clients, staff and other freeloaders clearly didn't pay attention in history class, and assumed a Dakota DC3 was a slick private jet like the ones you see on the telly. Oh dear...
Things started going awry after the handlebar-moustached captain apologised for the delay in taking off.
"We've had to come all the way from 1944, you see," he reassured the passengers, whose suspicions had been aroused on seeing the cabin crew secure the door shut with a bungee cord.
"We'll keep it nice and low over the channel," he continued, not explaining whether this was to avoid enemy radar, or because he was afraid of heights.
In a WW2 era jalopy you can feel the full effect of every smidgeon of turbulence, and therefore relive the excitement of aviation in the raw. Unfortunately, some of the party didn't appreciate this and soon began voicing their disapproval into strategically placed sick bags.
For one particularly pale victim, however, the flimsy container proved disastrously inadequate, and his airborne re-enactment of that infamously unpleasant scene from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life had fellow passengers scrambling for cover.
An agreeable lunch in pretty Le Touquet soon made all this a distant memory, although I am told that re-embarkation for the return flight was rather spoiled by an unseemly dash to secure seats as far away as possible from 'Mr Creosote'.
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Bright is grateful to the website of Walsall's Highgate Brewery for the following insight into high strategic thinking during World War Two.
It seems British breweries were spared bombing by the Luftwaffe because Hitler thought that the amount of beer we were drinking meant we were certain to lose the war.
Something about pots and kettles comes to mind.
Mind you, they took no chances in Walsall. The Auxiliary Fire Service was billeted on Highgate for the duration.
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One of those incongruous meetings.
Between Harvey Williams, housing guru and stalwart of the Royal Institution of Chartered Surveyors, and colourful Birmingham businessman and fellow RICS member Glyn Pitchford.
Harvey is waiting at Birmingham airport trying to get a flight to Scotland for an RICS council meeting when Pitchford turns up.
However he is not attired in the usual suit, but is wearing natty casual gear.
What has become of Pitchford, ponders Harvey, questioning to himself how this transformation is likely to go down among the stuffed shirts.
Yet both are definitely on the 7.50am flight out.
Finally, it comes time to board.
And Pitchford goes one way, the 7.50 to Geneva, while Harvey heads the other, the 7.50 for Edinburgh.
Glyn, the little swine, has skipped the meeting and is headed off for yet another of his skiing holidays. Well, you have to get your priorities right.
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A touching story from the one day cricket between England and the West Indies at Edgbaston.
It seems one of the ball boys wearing whites was caught by television visibly shivering in the cold weather.
The Windies coach must have seen it, and nipped down to the boundary to offer a towel and, it appeared, also a Windies shirt.
Wasn't that a nice touch?
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Will Britain's monsoon prevent the West Bromwich Building Society playing a game in the John Bright Trophy this summer?
On Thursday, the heavens opened yet again forcing the postponement of their match with title contenders St Philips Chambers to bring their rained-off matches total to four.
"The one evening the sun has shone for us in a trophy match, the other side were unable to raise a side," said WBSS captain Peter Battersby ruefully.
Two of the five trophy matches scheduled this week did take place after the sun decided to make an appearance on Tuesday evening. At Britannic Park on a damp wicket, newcomers Shakespeare Putsman earned their first trophy win.
No 5 Chambers struggled to 88/8 in 15 overs with only James Parks with a skilfully compiled 35 retired mastering the opposing attack. In reply, Shakespeare Putsman openers Andrew Watts (35 rtd) and Nick Briggs (29 not out) guided their side to a 10-wicket win.
The same evening at host club Moseley Ashfield's main Yardley Wood Road ground, Wragge & Co recorded their third consecutive trophy win in the corporate cricket competition. A game Cobbetts side ended just five short of victory after needing 12 to win off the game's final over bowled by Wragge's Ian Crookes (2-20).
Week 10 Results
Tuesday July 3 at Britannic Park - No 5 Chambers 85/8 in 15 overs (J Parks 35 rtd, M Reuben 3-7, M Robertson 2-15) Shakespeare Putsman 88/0 in 13.1 overs (A Watts 35 rtd, N Briggs 29*) Shakespeare Putsmans won by 10 wkts.
Tuesday July 3 at Yardley Wood Road - Wragge & Co 154/4 in 16 overs (J McConville 40 rtd, S Beighton 35 rtd) Cobbetts 150/7 in 16 overs (P Hawkes 34, J Kesta 21, I Crookes 2-20). Wragges won by 4 runs.
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It may not have been a case of finding the answer in the bottom of a glass.
But a trio of property partners certainly found what they were seeking on the side of a bottle.
Helen Bertram, John Crabtree and Robert Powell were toasting their plans to form a new company to develop luxury homes over a rather fine vintage Champagne.
The only thing missing was a name for their new venture.
After she had poured the last drop of the sparkling nectar into her fluted glass, Helen began to read the words on the label.
"Let's call it Albecourt," she suggested gleefully, after being impressed by the name Philippe d'Albecourt Brut.
"What a corker!" said her colleagues, who both agreed that it summed up the exclusive nature of their new business.
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Stratford's Town Walk has passed up the opportunity to appear on the BBC's The Weakest Link. Stratford Town Walk was established in June 2002 by John and Helen Hogg and comprises of a team of enthusiastic and dedicated individuals who provide a daily guided tour including Ghost Walks and Ghost Cruises around the town.
But John claimed he would rather face the ghosts that haunt Shakespeare's Stratford than the wrath of Anne Robinson.
Mr Hogg initially received a phone call from one of the programme's researchers last month. They wanted to feature people with interesting and unusual jobs and thought that a company offering ghost hunting tours would fit the bill.
However, after John talked to his guides, they felt that going up against Anne's cutting jibes was beyond the call of duty!
John said:"My personal perspective was that I felt able enough to make a fool of myself without Ms Robinson helping me along the way. Facing the ghosts and grizzlies of Stratford is fine but facing Ms Robinson is way beyond my ability!"