Thursday, September 30, 2010

Tonight, Matthew, I'm Going to be...............




Thank you so much for your comments on my previous post.

Today's post is another one about my life as a
Promotions Co-ordinator.

I'll do some more Agony Aunt problems soon.

If you're a regular reader of my blog - you will know that when I worked for our local newspaper, the Lincolnshire Echo, I wore many different costumes and outfits.

(I was even "Erica the Echo Clown" in a centre page spread. Such a shame I don't still have the pic!)


You've already heard about my Victorian prostitute's tale, when I fell off the truck at the Mayor's Carnival...............




And in my previous post - you saw me as a pirate.

We didn't wear these costumes just for the kids. We also wore them when we did our Pub Fun Nights.


The Echo Pub Fun Nights were organised around the county. We did them to raise the Echo's profile as a follow up to door canvassers and telephone marketing.

The night consisted of us three Echo Girls entertaining the pub customers. Many of the pub customers would get into the swing of things and wear a costume too!

(I've never seen so many men wearing suspenders as when we had a Rocky Horror Picture Show Theme to the night!)



The evenings kinda went along like this..............

As we were about to start, as an introduction, we would play the most cheesy, over the top, piece of electric organ music.



On the top of this, an entertainer we knew did us a huge taped voice over. It ended...............

HEEEEEEERE......... THEY........... ARRRRRRRRRRRRE

THE............LINCOLNSHIRRRRRRRRRRE.................ECHO...................

PUB...............FUN............NIGHT..................GIRRRRRRRRLS!!!!!!!


It was loud, raucous, with loads of fake applause and whooping.

We'd tell a few jokes, talk about something topical, and sing them a song. (This usually raised a laugh as we were all tone-deaf! We looked very comical with Tanya at 6 foot, me at 5 foot 5, and Tina at 4 foot 11 and three quarters, pretending that we only had one microphone with us.)


Tanya and Tina????


We'd then do a Quiz, a very quick game of Prize Bingo, Spot Prizes, and Pass the Parcel (with some hilarious forfeits!)





Towards the end of the evening we'd get the customers doing a bit of Karaoke, and end the evening on a rousing singsong of New York, New York; Daydream Believer; or You'll Never Walk Alone.




We wrote all our own stuff and absolutely loved it! We did them for seven years.



Tanya, Me and Tina on my very last Pub Fun Night 1996


Between the three of us and the Pub Landlord we would choose a theme...............



French Theme



School's Out Theme

or just....................................



Fancy Dress.
The Clown with the blue hair is the Pub's Landlady.
The 'clown' with the microphone is me!

We also did a Spanish Theme, with a few obligatory naughty jokes about maraca's.



It's such a shame there's no pics of the Spanish Nights. I do have a funny story though, but that will have to wait 'til next time!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Two Blogposts for the 'Price' of One...............


Before I start my blogpost 'proper'.......................a little family announcement,...........

My niece Laura and her partner Iain have been blessed with the arrival of Toby James. All is well!

Toby will be another welcome grandson for my sister, Mandy.

We are all awaiting another visit from the stork. My son and his wife are also expecting a happy event, due 10th October.

With all this Family business going on .........don't be surprised if I'm not around as much over the next few weeks.


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A smile is such a powerful tool.............it can even break the ice!

I wanted to share the following story with you..............I hope it makes you smile.

Throughout the 1990's I worked for our local newspaper, the Lincolnshire Echo.

My first, (and most favourite) job there was working as a Promotions Co-ordinator.


I had many different tasks, no two days were the same, and it was very busy!

It was not unusual to get home at 1am from a Pub Fun Night, only to get up again a few hours later to drive across the county to organise a Trolley Dash competition in one of the supermarkets in a nearby town.





Sometimes, I would be sooooooo tired - I would get home from work, pour myself a cup of coffee and sit and cry with exhaustion.

And yet.............I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!

One day, (around 1993?) my diary went like this...........

MORNING

8.30am Office, taking telephone calls from competition hotline and general admin.



Telephone call to the Town Crier to go over last minute details for that evening's Press Call taking place at the new Lincoln University.



Organise Hospitality Champagne reception for the Uni's Press Call


Yes! Of course this is me - how could you doubt it?

AFTERNOON

1pm Load up Echo van and head out to run a Shop Party at a local newsagent's. This was for the kids. We had Games, Face Painting etc. These always had a theme, so................

Change into Pirate Costume............



I'm the one with the longest plait - it was my REAL hair!

5.30pm Back to the Office, unload van. Shower and change. (This is my third outfit of the day!)

Put on fresh makeup and 'grown up' shoes.

6.15pm Walk over the road to the University - set out 200 chairs in front of the stage and help put out glasses, plates etc in the hospitality area.

At 6.30pm people were beginning to arrive.

There were.....................




Local and National Press, and....................


Local Radio, and..................



Regional Television.

There was also an assortment of council officials, the Mayoral party, and representatives from local big businesses.

There was also to be a special V.I.P. who would give a speech.

I walked into Hospitality. I greeted the guests.

After making sure they all had a glass of champagne and a sausage on a stick, I sat down.


My feet were killing me!

I was also really hungry. Apart from two gallons of coffee, the only things that had passed my lips that day was.....................


a Curly Wurly at the newsagent's shop, and from the back of the office store cupboard, from a previous Promotion..................


a packet of soggy, very out of date crisps, and...................



a bottle of old, flat Tizer!

I looked around the room. I recognised almost all the faces.

Most of us attended loads of similar "Do's."

We all "sort of" knew each other.

It wasn't unusual to see a familiar face and then spend five minutes of small talk, trying to remember their name or who EXACTLY they were!

(I was lucky - I always wore a name badge!)

There was a man watching me rub my sore tootsies. I knew his face, couldn't think who he was, but he had a lovely friendly smile, so I waved.

He waved back and I shouted to him,

"Aye up, Mate. Pass me summat for me hunger pangs. I'm droppin' through me drawers!"

He came over and handed me a HUGE sausage roll and a glass of Champagne.




I said, "Thanks, errrr?"..........

"Richard," said the smiley man.

"Thank you, Richard," I said.

"No problem, Sue," he replied.

"Sorry about that," I said. "I'm dreadful with names."

"Is that why you wear a name badge? In case you forget who you are?" he teased.

I smiled and finished the sausage roll. The other guests were going out to their seats to join the rest of the audience in the main hall.

"Oh well! No rest for the wicked. I'd better go and see if I can find this V.I.P. I'm supposed to be looking after"


"Anyone interesting?" he asked

"I've not found out who it is yet, no doubt some faceless rich entrepreneur type......................."




"I'd better go do some clapping and woo-hooing, these things usually end up putting the audience to sleep!" I said.



The smiley man shook my hand and said,

"I'd better go too. I enjoyed our chat."

I followed him out of Hospitality, he walked to the front of the huge Conference Hall full of people.

I was still wondering where the hell he was going, when he went up on stage, and spoke into the microphone.....................

"Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen."

Everyone clapped and whooped,

"Welcome to the new University."

Clapping and whooping again...............

"My name is..............




"Richard Branson and I'm so glad you're all still awake."

He looked across at me and winked!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Right Tool for the Job...........................


So, Bloggeroos - Here we are again with some more hints and tips for the single ladies.

If you don't have a man in your life right now, I've already dealt with keeping your car on the road in a previous blog entry.

So today, I am going to cover D.I.Y. and the assortment of tools you will find useful.

If money's no object - you could always find yourself a Handy Man, but as you may remember from previous posts (link below), that's not always a good idea.

Better yet, pop down to Wilko's and for £15 you can buy your very own set of tools.




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If you're on a tight budget, like me - here's a quick rundown on what tools I use................


SCREWDRIVERS

I've never understood why anyone would need different screwdrivers...........



Flat head?....................or.........................





Phillips? No! No! No!......................


You only need this one..............................




Known 'in the Trade' as a Birmingham Screwdriver!



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SAWS........................


Handsaw?.............or.........................




Coping Saw? No! No! No!.................

I only use one of these.............................




My trusty Bread Knife!

They showed it cutting wood on the telly advert I bought it from, so why not?

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PLIERS

You will need a pair of these..........................




Of course, I didn't need to buy any pliers.

You may remember that I worked as a Dental Assistant, so I already have my own supply!





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I received a letter the other day from a newly single lady. She asked me..............

"What is the ONE tool I should buy that will be the most useful?"

That's easy!...................

It's this one..........................




For my previous posts about my Handy Man click here and here

I'm going to be taking a little blogging break for now - but I'll be back soooooon!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

It's swings and Roundabouts.....................

THIS IS A TRUE STORY

Those of you who know me personally are aware of the fact that I absolutely detest driving.

Even so, I'm not a nervous driver - I just don't like all that "looking and thinking" that's required.

It's so much easier to be a passenger. You have the luxury of peering into people's houses and other sociology related pastimes!


No matter how much I try to explain to Mumsie - she is still under the illusion that I'm scared.

A few years ago, I had a job interview in Sheffield, about 50 odd miles from where I live............

MUMSIE: Oh, you poor thing! Will you have to drive on the motorway?

ME: Yes, I will. Don't worry Mum, I'll be fine. I have been driving over 20 years.

MUMSIE: Even so........... I'd better come with you. We could do some clothes shopping at Meadowhall Shopping Centre.





(I don't know why she used this argument - I hate shopping almost as much as I hate driving!)

Nevertheless, I knew she would only worry herself sick if I didn't take her along to "navigate."



So, we arrived in Sheffied in plenty of time. Mumsie went for a coffee - I went for the interview.

After dragging me round several shops, she finally agreed to head back when I mentioned that it was getting near school leaving time. I hinted that there could be a traffic jam in the City Centre.

On the drive back along the M1 Motorway, Mumsie was so enthusing about her new purchases, I missed my turn off.




I didn't panic as I have a good knowledge of the geography around the East Midlands.

For some reason, Lincoln is never signposted 'til reaching the outskirts of the City. Newark is the nearest town and is always marked on roadsigns.





Even if it was to take longer to reach home, I knew we weren't truly lost.

It was quite some time before we saw a Newark turn off. By now we were in Derbyshire!





Still following the directions for Newark we ended up driving through the delightful village of.........

wait for it.............................



CLOWNE!
(You couldn't make up stuff like this!)

I spotted a roadsign for a mini-roundabout.



(For any non-drivers or non-Brits, this is negotiated like a larger road roundabout - giving way to the left to any traffic.)

All of the mini roundabouts I'm used to are the flat variety.




If no other cars are about, drivers do tend to drive over them, myself included.

Not quite as bad as this though!



Unfortunately, the one in Clowne is raised like this.......................



Poor old Mumsie!

I'd really shaken her up.

Forty minutes later we arrived back in Lincoln.

Not only did I get stuck with an unexpected bill from my Mum.................



I didn't even get the job I'd interviewed for!