I'm a pretty clumsy person - I consider falling over a hobby. I stacked it in style yesterday, whilst running late for a meeting in the advertising agency I work for. I slid about 5 foot into a perfectly-placed magazine rack and landed on my arse with a huge clatter and a Time Out on my face. Somebody actually came down from the floor above it was so loud.
A guy came up to me later, who I don't know and said "Are you..." I was hoping the sentence was going to end with "that new cool guy Mark everyone's talking about" or "advertising extraordinaire Mark Daniels", but, alas it ended with "that boy on the floor" Ah, lovely. To be honest, I'm shocked I've made it 6 months at the company without getting that nickname!
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