“We should all head there and spend lavishly on casinos and nightlife,” I announced over my usual afternoon tipple with some friends.
I certainly had some tips. I still remember back in the day when I badly wanted to win an award for a bond I had worked on and was very proud of. I rang up one of the reporters at the magazine which was judging the awards and convinced him to go to Macau with me for a weekend of debauchery.
To sweeten the deal, we flew in a helicopter and had champagne on arrival at one of the swankiest hotels there — all expensed to my then big-hearted employer.
Of course, we didn’t win and I wouldn’t recommend bribing pressmen these days. But there’s nothing to stop us from reliving those go-go days on our own.