Annie Shaw is a freelance financial journalist
I started the week with a call from my old pal IFA Bruce Latto of Scottish Financial in Aberdeen, whom I last met up with a couple of years ago in the middle of a rainstorm heavy enough to wash away the Granite City. He told me he has acquired the domain name www.bric.co.uk and wanted to know if I knew any fund managers who might like it. I told him I will ask around.
Then I was off to the launch of the new Life Trust retirement income scheme at the Century Club in Shaftesbury Avenue. I made a total horlicks of the online game to guess the age of the celebs. It seems that it is not just policemen who are looking younger these days.
On Monday, I attended the launch of the new Sheilas’ Wheels home insurance proposition at the Mayfair salon of Martyn Maxey, coiffeur to the starry tresses of Naomi Campbell, Cat Deely, Elle McPherson and Minnie Driver.
The task of overhauling my unruly locks clearly proved too onerous so I made do with a much needed manicure instead.
A diverting address by Sheilas’ Wheels chairman Peter Wood was followed by an acapella performance by the fuchsia-clad Sheila divas themselves. I was intrigued to learn from Sheila Emma Robbins that she is in real life married to the actor Simon Shelton, otherwise known as Teletubby Tinky Winky, and it transpires that the pair are both gay icons.
She confided that photographs of the couple in costume dotted around their family home, which is for sale, cause some bemusement with prospective buyers when the couple , who have two children, show them round as, of course, neither Emma nor Simon look in the least like their on-stage characters. “Visitors think we are fans with rather weird tastes,” she says.
During his address, Wood disclosed that Sheilas’ Wheels has acquired the domain name www.bruceswheels.com for possible future use and, of course, to prove he’s not sexist.
Bruce Latto, who, when he has his non-IFA hat on, runs The Ferryman courier firm out of Aberdeen, must be kicking himself that he did not get to that one first.
Number of dormant accounts BBA chief executive Angela Knight has so far been unable to reclaim because of lack of suitable identification: one.
Esther Shaw is a freelance financial journalist
Given the amount of abuse I have received over the past 12 months for managing to leave my own bag behind at the chalet at the end of the inaugural Cobalt Capital ski trip, I was determined to be on better behaviour this time round but as I watched my own flight take off without me on it, I knew things were not going to go quite as planned.
Nonetheless, by the time I caught up with Jules “Richard Gere” Ingall, Andrew “I want that one” Montlake and Dean “film partnerships” McCarthy, in a snowdusted bar in Les Gets, I was just about able to laugh about it, all of which was made a lot better by du vin, du pain and an awful lot of cheese.
Dinner was followed by a rather competitive “hacks v flaks”bowling session and I am rather loathe to admit that us hacks were rather outplayed by the Cobalt massive – despite the best efforts of our star player, The Times’ Andrew Ellson, who was getting rather stitched up in the drinking forfeits although I can report that the opposition came unstuck on the skidoos, with Monty ending up head-first in a snowdrift.
And so to the slopes, where Dean was keen to consolidate the skills he had picked up on the green “numpty” runs last year by attempting his second chair lift.
But sad to say, after standing in the wrong place, he got knocked on the head by a passing chair and ended up with an unsuspecting Lisa Bachelor from The Observer planted on his lap in a rather complicated tangle of skis and poles.
Leggy freelancer Laura Howard, meanwhile, was led unwittingly down a red slope by Rhizome PR’s Dom “deputy dawg” Hiatt, who then had to pick her up from a multitude of tumbles, while a certain trade hack met his match on the moguls.
Number of times Jules and I cleared the dance floor in top nightspot Igloo with our moves: several.
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