I’ve just missed out on a speaking job for a bizarre reason.
It was to compere the end of season dinner for a well known English football club.
(Not West Ham, but not one of our rivals, so stop looking at me like that, it was a paid gig!)
They contacted me. I gave them a quote and they gave the job to someone else.
I never mind missing out because someone has undercut me on price. But that wasn’t the reason.
It turns out the chap who got the gig, has his own sound system. He turns up with microphone, amplifier and speakers.
It’s always disappointing not to get a job, but I’ve no plans to become a roadie just yet. I used to be the face of football on Channel 5 you know, till my hair fell out. So I won’t be buying a transit van just yet.
Now where’s that box set of Saxondale?
Picture courtesy of Dianna Bonner