Monday, August 30, 2004
I've made inroads into sorting the garage out. Well, perhaps not so much roads as short garden paths. But tucked away towards the back was my bike.
I was interested to know if it was true and you never did forget how to ride a bike. It's probably the best part of 15 years since I last climbed aboard. First thing I noticed though was that the tyres were flat, in fact not just flat, but rigidly flat. Which in turn reminded me of a conversation when someone told me many years ago in the mists of time that if you were storing a bicycle you should hang it off the floor otherwise the rubber perishes and retains the flatness regardless of how hard you pump the tyres up. They were right.
It's a racing bike as oppose to an off road and I suspect my racing days are over. Certainly I don't think I'll be racing on that saddle! Since I bought the bike, gel saddles and shock absorbers have come in and by God, that bike needs them. I reckon it will cost me around £40-50 to put it back on the road but, a new mountain bike can be got for less than £100 with even more gears, (18), gel saddles and shock absorbers. A mate says I can borrow one of his older ones just to see if I fancy cycling again. I might take him up on it. As much because I can't see a slimline racing bike, even in tip-top condition, taking my weight, whereas an all-terrain bike might be better suited to carrying large lumps of sweating flesh.
I did, however, manage to stay on my bike if a little shakily.
Even though you are now aware of this possible sporting activity, no matter what odds you are offered on me getting a medal at Beijing in 2008, ignore them.
What do you mean you would have done anyway!
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Whilst Kev and I wait to see whether the new lot will accede to our demands in the way of remuneration we are ploughing on with D3sk B. Tonight I have had the excitement of getting a 1000 photocopies done and then having to guillotine them manually 5 at a time in half. The excitement of having your own company never stops.
Onlt 50 days, 10 hours and 24 minutes until we leave for our weekend in Blackpool. Not that I'm counting.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Rather busy at the moment. Nothing exciting, just life getting in the way of computer time.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
I'm so pleased for Matthew Pinsent. If they had lost people would have said he needed Redgrave. As it is he won as senior man in the boat.
This afternoon we have a bit of a meet with some of my schoolmates and we'll raise a toast to this coxles four and also the ones in 1980 who were in our year at school who won Bronze.
Hmmm? I have a question. No doubt our resident horticulturist can supply the answer if no-one else gets in first.
All the medallists in the Olympics are awarded a crown of olive leaves. Now, I have no idea how quickly they will wilt, but assuming they last long enough will they be able to return home with them or not. Many countries have restrictions in importing foreign plants so would bringing home your olive wreath break the rules?
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
I'm going to try and clear out my garage tomorrow.
I may be gone some time.
On the front cover of todays Guardian they ran a spread on the continuing problems at Boscastle. Not a problem there, most papers are still counting it as front page news. What was unusual was that along side there was an advert for a company offering to solve peoples damp problems!
Perhaps a touch insensitive?
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
I love the Olympics.
Not for the sport itself, although I do tend to watch or listen to it, but for the stories of the competitors, the interviews with their parents, the passion that they compete with as you can probably tell from the previous post.
I'm from the camp who would like to see football and tennis removed again. They have their own major competitions that mean more than the Olympics. Anyway, if footballers want to compete there is already an event for them. The Synchronised Diving.
Well done Stephen Parry. That was real guts to get that result, and his "win" in the semi-final. If our national football team showed half as much backbone as Stephen did we probably would win the World Cup, or at least Euro whatever.
I was going to do a long post about travelling to London by bus yesterday as opposed to going by car but halfway through writing it I realised I was losing the will to live.
The point was going to be that what should have been a 40 minute car journey was an hour-forty minute bus journey with a ten minute walk in the middle of it. And by three buses in fact.
The upside was that it cost £2.50 for a bus pass as opposed to £5.00 congestion charge, about £4 of petrol and £1 per 6 minute of parking charge.
I'm afraid that's not good enough to tempt me out of the petrol driven womb and onto buses, except occasionally, particularly if congestion charge doesn't come into play. The trip back was more exciting because I got to sit upsatirs at the front of the bus and could thus "drive" it in the manner of kids all over the country. But it wasn't my fault when the bus wrote off a load of safety barriers round some road works in Kensington. Honest!
I don't know if it's the heat or what but I am really lethargic. Or I would be if I could be bothered. I need someone to put a large key in my back, turn it half a dozen times and then off I'd go. If only it was that simple.
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Drove down to Brighton this morning to measure up for a mesh door for someone expecting an order for about £500 and ended up doing three windows meshes as well which doubled the price, and even better, discussing the replacement of three sash windows in her flat and the possibility of all the windows to the building. It is on Marine Parade and is a Grade II Listed building so care will have to be taken, but luckily the company we will get to supply the frames has already been involved in a major refurbishment of a listed hotel along the seafront which helps us with getting our permissions.
After we left the customer, having already visited the Wetherspoons in Brighton we drove through to the one in Hove. Not great, but the weirdest thing was the language everyone seemed to speak. The bar staff, the customers, the locals, it didn't matter, all conversations we had went along the lines of...
Me. Pint of Fosters, pint of Stella please.
Barman. mmnmnmnmn grrkkit phfflmnffff
Barman. MMNMNMNMN GRRKKIT PHFFLMNFFFF.
Me (Hands over £10 note)
Barman. (Hands back change) Snffklmp.
They also worked with the enthusiasm of three toed sloths suffering from depression and sleeping sickness. Unusual, because most of their barstaff are normally pretty lively. Somewhat like their lagers.
Another three day break from Blogging!
To answer some of the comments on my previous post;
Don't you have to wait a period after bankruptcy before becoming a director?
You do. One of the things that has happened in the last 3 days is that my IVA has been ratified. Whilst bankruptcy precludes you from being a director IVAs don't. That's one of the advantages.
Dave, do you trust these people, it all sounds too good to be true.
What burdens and responsibilities are being placed on you two?
It does doesn't it! There are one or two problems but not really much more that in taking up any job. We have a few loose ends to tie up first, much of which will happen over the next 7 to 10 days. Workwise at the moment although we are not totally on board we have attended a few meetings with prospective clients and are awaiting being moved into dedicated offices.
Oh, hello my name is kacroon and I know a CEO!!!
Yes, I'm already working on what CEO might stand for! All suggestions gladly taken, the more disgusting and offensive the better. I know you lot won't let me down.
Are you pleased? Is this what you want? You've been fairly close lipped about it.
Yes, I am if we finally get all the Ts crossed and Is dotted. I have to be fairly tight lipped because I'm still bound by a confidentiality agreement, but I can tell you it has a connection with this who in turn are part of this lot.
One of the reasons I have been offered the position that I have, is
because whilst all around have been whipping themselves up into a frenzy of excitement, I have kept my feet on the ground. The head honcho needs someone capable of doing it.
At the moment, if I get the renumeration package I am after, I am happy just for that, no matter whether the company exceeds or falls short of it's first year targets. The talk of the big money to come at the end is nice, but it is talk and there is a long way to go yet. I have been in sales too long to start getting excited and celebrating until the signatures are on the contracts. When they are. Then you'll know about it!
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
It's been busy the last few days. Talks have been continuing between Kev and I and the company who have been talking to us about our involvement. There has been plenty of talk but not a great deal of action and there have been a number of occasions where some of the people involved have contradicted each other about certain aspects. Whether this is deliberate as part of some personal agenda or just a mismatch in views we didn't know.
The long and the short of it was that we asked to meet just with the head of the parent company. We needed to hear from the horses mouth exactly what the business was trying to achieve and thus allow us to see whether we did want to be involved, or whether it was time to cut and run. In addition we needed to clarify exactly what jobs we would be carrying out within the organisation. He clarified all the points we needed to sort out and then he came to the point where he brought up what he felt would be our roles.
In advance we thought this might be where he either told us he couldn't see our involvement or in a capacity which we didn't want. I got a shock. He wants me to be CEO. Hopefully I didn't look or act as shocked as I felt! I certainly wasn't expecting that. Kev will be Operations Director. Paperwork and everything will be set up over the next two or three weeks and we'll be installed as Directors and take up our positions.
I'd better get my subscription to Management Today reactivated.
Three days since I last posted. Where has the time gone? Update later this evening when I have more time.
Sunday, August 08, 2004
I think I quite like this idea, but then again, I wouldn't like to be sold on at some point in the future.
Is this for you?
This week our riveting escapades have been up at one of The Priory Hospitals, well known for being the haven of popstars when they need to dry out. I don't think we saw anyone famous on either occasion although I wouldn't mention it even if I did, but as well as drink and drug rehabilitation there are those with eating disorders. We were working near their unit.
Both lunchtimes, out would traipse these overly thin young girls/women for their lunch. Always looking subdued, those who were having visits from their parents looked even tenser. They would eat with their families and you could feel the tension between the girls who were being watched by their parents as to how much they were eating, and the parents were tense trying to cover up the awkwardness with false bonhommie.
Maybe I'm seeing more than is really there, but it seemed that whilst the girls were learning to eat again, psychologically, they had a long way to go before anything approaching normality returned.
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Been a bit busy the last few days running round toting the rivet gun. Great Fun!
On the way back from the job yesterday Kev and I started compiling a riveters top ten. So far we have the obvious ones.
Rivets of Babylon - Boney M
Ply me a Rivet - Julie London
Rivet Deep, Mandrill High _ Ike and Tine Turner (Mandrills are the big spiky bit on a rivet before it's punched home, for those who don't know. Not sure I've spelt it right either!)
Feel free to contribute.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
I knew I'd been losing a bit of weight over the last few months. The trousers had got a bit looser, no bad thing, and today I thought I'd check what the weight was doing as sometimes size and weight don't always correspond. Well, they have. I've lost about 15 pounds in the last four months, and checking the belt settings, some 2" off the waist.
And who said worrying was bad for you!
Sunday, August 01, 2004
I had one of those strange coincidences yesterday. During the afternoon Kev and I nipped into a pub for a drink and played a quiz machine. One of the answers was Abbots Bromley. We'd never heard of it, although I understand it's in Staffordshire. Later in the day I was reading one of Ngaio Marshs books and where gets mentioned? Abbots Bromley.
As Harry Hill would say, what are the chances of that, eh?
I've got a rivet gun, and I know how to use it!