A pleasant tale. Or tail.

Visitors to Speed HQ in Leicester Square will have been swept off their feet (and into a meeting room, or towards the lollipops in reception) by our front-of-house dynamo Sonia ‘Sonic’ Carneiro. Possessing superhuman powers, she single-handedly makes the places run smoothly in the face of peril, amuses her colleagues constantly and ensures hungry clients have something to eat when they turn up having missed lunch.

What few know, though, is that employment contractual negotiations with Sonic were not routine. Flexible working, pension generosity, birthday off, broadband paid for at home – the things that have again made us Holmes Report Best UK Agency to Work For – failed to impress.

What Sonic wanted was lobster.

At least that’s what she said. I’ll never know. It may have been (face it, it was) just a way to wind me up. Each day for the past few months I have been reminded that the lobster promise had not been fulfilled.

Until today. Tuesday, 15 June, 2010. The day Sonic finally got her lobster.

What have I started?