No business like showbusiness

I'm packing once again - this time being dispatched to Cape Town for the weekend to oversee minor celebs telling the camera how much they LOVE a certain brand of chocolatey cereal. A relatively small price to pay for two free nights in the lovely Constantia valley (with car hire thrown in).

So strictly speaking, I could pompously call it a business trip - indulging in a moment's fancy that this is a proper, grown-up job. An illusion which is shattered the minute you look around the office and clock the MAM cackling at YouTube videos in his converse shoes, baggy jeans and food-soiled t-shirt straining to cover his ample beer gut. Come to think of it, two nights in the Bates Motel would be a welcome respite.