Haha. I was at 1 to 5 Cabot Square. The Friday pub gatherings were pretty epic. One Friday I got seriously drunk and swam across the dock, banged on one of the old barges parked on the other side and swam back. Canary Wharf security was waiting for me. A colleague pretended he was an off duty cop from Manchester (he had the accent) and talked them out of detaining me. And that was pretty early on in the evening. Haven’t been back there in a very long time.
Ha! Off there again in a minute. I’m a contractor who’s onboarding, so I walk in, talk to literally nobody and sit on floor 8 doing your thing for a while then leave, is kind of surreal.
