Well, I summoned up the courage and went to a meeting on my own. I'd heard that the daytime City Centre meetings can be a little, shall we say,
curious. Tales of a mixture of 'suits' and rough-arse street-drinkers. The smell of Blood & Urine mingled with Dolce & Gabbana aftershave. So I went with a little bit of trepidation.
No need. It was absolutely nothing like the circus I was expecting. I was welcomed warmly by, yeah, a pretty diverse bunch; but hardly an out-of-the-ordinary crowd. Again a whole new range of thought-provoking stories were shared. The difference this time was that I said a bit. And to be honest, I wish I hadn't..!
Virtually everyone in the room had 'shared'; and right at the end, the main guy asked did I want to say something. The trouble is, since I opened my cakehole, I've completely over-analysed what blathered out! I believe the problem is that I'd over-rehearsed what I would say in my head, thus it probably sounded insincere and garbled. I'm sure they thought I was a pompous tit (I made the mistake of telling the 'mint' story, and that came out all ruddy wrong - wish I hadn't).
I've decided it will be a while before I pipe-up again. From now on, I listen and I learn...
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