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what a weekend

Most people when you say “Oh god what a weekend” think of the social side of life, however, in the catering industry normally means a busy weekend has just past.

We had a Tinkers wedding, Irish Gypsies. Let’s get it straight, they are not normal people, they do not know how to behave in a hotel, besides that they have legs arms and body just like you and me.
They inform you that they have invited 100 and of course 200 turn up, along with about 20 little monsters called children. The children move in packs and into every open door with fingers gliding over anything that is not screwed down. They have no respect for parents or any human being and have the most vulgar mouths. It was a full time job keeping the children of 6yrs to 11yrs under control and I can tell you whether it was a 6yr old or 11yr old it really did not make any difference, they were all as BAD as each other. From 2.30pm to 2.30am in the morning constantly on our guard. By 11pm I could not look at these children as children any more and at one point one 11yr old tipped me over the edge, I went for him, I picked him up by his shirt collar put him against the wall and told him in his own language that I would smash his face in if he caused me or my staff any more grief. A little 6yr old along with three other boys told me I **** could not do that and he was going to **** tell his father. As I had spoken to all their parents about the problem on numerous occasions I could not care.
I feel bad about holding a child by the collar but I long past thinking that they were children. One of my staff from Poland said to another member of staff the children were worse than animals, animals have more respect.

So you see 20% of the party spoiled it for the Tinkers because although there was two fights and they totally ignored me at closing time to go home for two hours they were honourable people, as soon as there was trouble five or six of the larger man were in there to stop the fight and apologise for the disturbance.
On the second fight both parties would not stop trying to have a pop at each other, again five or six big Irish men tried to cool things down and it wasn’t until the senior granny, old and wrinkle gets up and stands between the two guys fighting that things started to get out of hand. Granny was told to sit down by the biggest and tallest Irishman then five big Irish men pick both of them up took them out to the car park ripped their shirts off them and then made a circle around both of them and a boxing match started. It last 4 mins one bloody nose and it was all over. I was assured on both occasion that they would look after the situation and they did.

Oh course there is more about the wedding but I have bored you lot enough.

Do you think

maybe I should put more pictures on the blog and less writting.

I have always talked too much anyway. we will see.

The Painting

This is the painting I spoke of, I hope you enjoy it.

My big sister

We were like twins but not real twins. There is about 13 months between us but when were growing up people asked our mother if we were twins, of course I am the best looking of the two and that is because I have never smoked and my sister smokes like chimney.

She is an artist; she has been painting for the past 8 years. She lives near the sea and sells mainly to tourists, so she paints a lot of “blues” known by the artists in the area. Blues mean 50% white sandy beach and 50% blue sky with a dot or two on the sand representing people. Of course this is not the only thing she does …. You should see her painting of Stonehenge for me. She painted it with so much feeling that it feels so real.
That could be because when we were children we played on the stones at Stonehenge and I commissioned her to paint it for me, so I was a little upset when I found out that she had prints made from it.

She now has two galleries, although they are not situated in prime locations I think it will give her great experience.

Why am I writing about my sister, she emailed me a photo today of a painting that she was finishing off last Sunday when I was with her at her gallery and I was wondering how to help her sell her paintings? She puts so much effort into the paintings and she sells them at such a low prices. If it was me I would wonder if whether it was worth continuing.

I know that my sister is an artist and she would love to make a living out of it and is trying hard but even if there was not a living out of painting she would still paint.

She is a wonder person, kind helpful and caring and she would give you her cloths off her back if you need it more than she did, in fact she is always helping someone somewhere, mainly a niece, nephew, a son, a daughter or our small brother. Her new thing is giving young children pleasure in painting, she charges a very small fee to help towards the expensive paints and card but for that the children get to keep their painting. This weekend she spent so much time telling me all about the children, their art work, the finished painting and then she pulled out a photo album of pictures of children standing proudly holding their painting.

I want you, all of you to know that my sister is great and I hope one day that her paintings stand for something and she will be able to paint what she wants and give pleasure to those who buy her paintings. So far she has painting in America, Canada and Europe....Next the world..
I am going to put her painting from last sunday on this blog.

Keep smile and the world will smile with you.
BFN
Robocop

Okay, so I didn't quite get it right last time, this is the picture I wanted to put on. Same beach but last year with better weather

The picture was taken last year on a slightly better day.

Just another day

If you have read any of my blogs you might have read about the fat man.

No longer, he is a great guy but he is some one that continously throws his toys out of his pram, no, not for me.

As a person he is great, we had great conversations mainly about computers, world wide web and new technology on the web, but as a person I employ I just couldn’t put up with the moods, which I believe that sometimes he forgot I paid him. So I am less rich for the lack of conversations and he with monies and a long term association with the company. However, he is still a great guy.

What else can I talk about? I know, what colour should I allow the wife to paint the bedroom, Grey, Lilac, and Cream. You have 7 days before the job starts. Answers on a post card…. Joke.

Great day out yesterday, walked over the moors and then on the beach. The weather yesterday was wonderful, black clouds all around us with small pockets of blue sky. Saw the most amazing fork lighting, rod with three prongs. Then sheets of rain out over the sea, my friend thought it looked like the sea was being sucked up. I tell it is great how two people can look at the same thing and describe it differently. She really expected it to rain fish at any minute, women!

Today has not been a good day at work, I got out the wrong side of the bed. I chewed everybodies head off as the day went on.

I have to take the banking to the bank on a Monday, I
I find it boring standing in a queue listening to people bitching about the length of the queue. However I have to say at my bank HSBC the service is diabolical, many a time I have been in a queue of 30 and more and waited 45mins plus just to pay in.
The queues and the bad service are only due to a re-fit 2 years ago. I must stress it is not the hard working staff; it has just been badly designed.

Here are a few things that occupy my mind for 45mins.

1 How to rob the bank
2 How many pin numbers I can memorise
3 Listen to the sells person doing there sales pitch to some poor person with no money
4 See if there is away to get in and out of the bank without the 19 camera detecting me
5 Look at the NEW flat swivel screens with all the details of the customers, see how much cash they have in their account

One day a bank girl was empting one of the machines that takes business payments out in the front. She put a large pile of payments on the floor beside the machine so she could re-programme the machine before locking it. Whoops, the re-programming did not go well, she had some sort of problem, so she leaves the money on the floor with the machine door open and goes across to the other side of the open planned area to ask some one for help, but he was busy…so she looks for some one else.. Mean while the machine payments were still on the floor.
I had about 2/3mins to walk over and help myself.

However, I am an honest person so I actually kept my eye on the whole situation, I covered the front door and the looked for the most likely person that was in the bank at the time looking for an opportunity.

I have written to the bank manager about the long queues and out of boredom I can read their customers Pin numbers due to the angle of the queue to the machines. I never got a reply.

How the hell did I get on to this subject. Yes I remember, bad day, went to the bank queued for 25 minutes only to arrive at the window without the banking. I had left it in my office. You ask how.. Well I have a special banking bag and I thought I had put it in. Red faced I was, it gave my staff a good laugh.

Keep smiling, life isn't all bad.