The One About Getting The Right Fuel In The Van
It started with a debate about a light on the dash board as we were driving to Sutton Coldfield for a Chritsmas market last weekend. A red light we never even knew existed awoke and began to glow. Dimly at first, when he roared into life. We topped up the radiator, checked the oil and decided that the Beast was probably just saying good morning. In a fairly creepy way, but perhaps he was just referencing Hal 9000 from Stanley Kubrick’s seminal 2001: Space Odyssey. We worried our way through Leamington as the light grew brighter (“Hello Dave”) flashed a little (“I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.”) grew darker (“I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”) and started...
The Food Festival Ghost Town
We knew that eventually something would go comically wrong. As with any new business there are hundreds of things which, at any given moment, could suddenly jump out and start being a nuisance. Many are covered in the epic health & safety and food hygiene guidance we have to follow, but occasionally you get one that arrives of nowhere and leaves you reeling from experience. In order for us to exhibit our wares at food festivals we have to pay an upfront fee. Depending on the festival it can be anything from £50 to £1000 for the weekend. On top of that there are obviously the petrol costs involved in getting there, the food costs and any labour invested in creating the end product. It usually means that for a large festival you will have to bank several...
The Struggles of the Moderately Wealthy
Friday 26/08/2011 19:50 I am travelling down to Plymouth for Barny’s brother’s wedding. Due to some scheduling inconsistencies that could not possibly be blamed on me, I was catching the train on my own rather than driving down with Barny, and due to a rather wonderful accident the only available tickets left had been in first class. I am therefore currently plugged into their free electricity, and will shortly indulge in their free meal before collecting as many cans of complimentary soft drink as I can and secreting them in my bag. Having booked the tickets some time on Monday I had already planned to use the four hour journey like a true business person and whip out the lap top the moment I was ensconced in my seat with its complimentary head napkin. This I...
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