Worried that my glamorous dinner date was about to turn into the psychobitch from Hell at any moment, I made my excuses and headed towards the Rest Room at a brisk pace.

Then, spotting an open window, I squeezed through it into a narrow ledge from which, using my amazing Parkour skills..hones to perfection during my many years of covert ”wet work” for the CIA, I scaled the outer wall up to roof level quick as a flash and commandeered a helicopter which someone had rather conveniently left for me on the roof heliport and new my escape under the cover of a moonless night.

Soon be home now...