Thursday, January 31, 2008

New Ventures

Today, I ventured forth on a career change.

I decided to keep the Globetrotter handle, as Work2minutesfromhometrotter is too big a log-in name.

Anyway, this came about as my mate, who has a wonderful bar/restuarant, is giving in to the pressures of government licence demands, new staff licencing policy, Setanta sports and Sky Sports massive price increases, has decided that there is far too much cash going out in the hospitality business than coming in and decided he would rather lead a more sedate life.

We have taken up residence in a workshop in the quaint portside village of Methil.

It's a confusing place, especially when Fathers Day comes around, with lots of lost little souls tripping the streets with undelivered cards in their hands.

It's the sort of place where 25 year old girls answer to Granny and natural fathers are harder to track down than Bin Laden.

Anyway, i digress.

The first job for the new place is a complete re-wire, as the local 'yoofs' have practiced their recycling skills by entering the premises under cover of darkness and liberating all items, including those bolted down, and consisting of every socket, switch and all ring main 3 core cable. What is the intended desination of these much sought-after goodies I wonder?

I've never yet been in a pub and been offered second-hand wire. Come to think of it, I've never even been tempted with a second hand car radio.

Still, we have installed a state of the art security system. This involved the copious use of 8x4 sheets of 1/2" plywood and 4" screws, to barricade the doors and windows. The pristine wood will also provided a much needed clean canvas for the more artistic spray painters in the vicinity, so Wee Tam, who is evidently in love with Sharon (but watch this space), Billy, from Young Team No. 1, and the person who tags with that big red symbol..could it be the artiste formally known as Prince, we look forward to your attentions.

We thought of getting a guard dog, but even Pit Bull terriers never venture forth around here, unless in pairs and a blunt instrument hidden in the folds of their collars.

I don't think we'll get Norwich Union to do our contents insurance either.

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