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by Stuart Wood Published 01/02/2014
Despite being pinioned to the reception desk while waiting patiently for the familiar transaction of swapping my moniker and financial details for the disappointing piece of white plastic wrapped in card, I noticed a lovely textured sandstone wall across the ocean of marble flooring and best if all, it had a slot in it!
Temporarily breaking free of Morpheus's grip which was mercilessly smothering my senses, my gaze narrowed to a sandstone pillar in the far-off room beyond the wall.
RING RING!
As my classes were scheduled for later in the week, I made sure that during the next couple of days, I managed to resist the all-inclusive local hooch enough to really look at the possibilities at the hotel and plan my classes. First and foremost my 'flagship' image was researched and the day of my first class was soon upon me.
I decided to put myself under a bit of pressure, which is a particularly addictive and unpredictable opiate on which I have previously thrived and has always tasted sweet to my palate and I hired the hotel porter for half an hour for each of the classes, with absolute guarantees to my delegates that I would be able to secure at least TWO alternative cover images as well as a few double-page spread options for a fictitious client and all within this short space of time.
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