DIARY: Completely losing one’s train of thought on the 16.18pm to London

It must have been trying. There you are, days away from the press launch of a public affairs campaign for a major client and your own office fouls up by sending the key research findings to the minister a full four days ahead of D-Day.

It must have been trying. There you are, days away from the press

launch of a public affairs campaign for a major client and your own

office fouls up by sending the key research findings to the minister a

full four days ahead of D-Day.



So you’re stuck making endless telephone calls, trying to rescue the

impact of the rather expensive campaign by getting those damn papers

back.



But at least no one will ever know. Or at least they wouldn’t have done

if those dozen or so calls hadn’t been made on a mobile phone in a first

class carriage of Monday’s 16.18pm Wakefield to London.



And, of course, if the chairman of another large PR agency, Angela

Heylin, of Charles Barker, hadn’t been within easy earshot.



Charitably naming no names, Heylin says he-of-the-sticky-situation

seemed unperturbed by the fact that he was broadcasting his client’s

confidential and sensitive information to fellow travellers.



’I was attempting to do some work,’ Heylin tells me. ’But it was very

difficult because it was so riveting. I think he thought he was in his

office with the door shut.’



And the moral of the story? As Heylin says: ’You never know who you are

sitting next to, even on the 16.18pm from Wakefield.’



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