To Mitre Street for FWD’s annual shindig – this year, gangster themed. Despite the fact that no one, including the hosts, donned their costumes, spirits were lifted (and beers too) by the in-house casino, complete with the old favourite, blackjack.
But the dealer’s emphatic declaration that insurance was unavailable, led our spy to veto the table in favour of the roulette wheel. Sadly, the evening came to an early end when virtual credit lines dried up.
In a desparate attempt to secure a bottle of bubbly, Backchat’s spy bet all on black – but ended distinctly in the red.
