I went along to the thirtieth year reunion of my MBA cohort last night; an unofficial bun fight organised among ourselves rather than an official po-faced snooze fest.
As I was the youngest of us in 1986, I could attend confident that I will still be the youngest now. There is nowhere else where I have that privilege.
It was an absolute blast. They certainly know how to let their hair down, those captains of industry.
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