Dear Reader, have you ever been "networked"? What I mean is - have you ever been approached by somebody who thinks you're somebody who can help them further their careers, introduce them to other influential people in their chosen profession, and generally have a more rewarding work life?
Yes, I know it's rather a personal question, and I don't want to 'stir' memories of what can, for many, be a deeply unpleasant experience. But sometimes it's best to get these traumas "out in the open", I feel.
Did you see see that study that came out recently from local academic powerhouse, the University of Worcester [source: Onion News Worcestershire Desk] ?
me (right) and my medium-to-long-suffering wife Lois -
"not the sharpest tools in the toolbox", people have said (!)
Still, when it came to networking, "the penny dropped" eventually, even with us, which is the important thing!
And another thing Lois and I have noticed is that a lot of some of the nastiest "networking" incidents happen either in pubs or in pub car-parks, maybe during, or after, work 'do's' or outings etc. Am I right, or am I right? (!)
a superficially charming networker (right), with elderly victim, in a pub...
... or this other networker (right) see here with his victim in a pub car-park,
a reminder that networkers can be either (or "any" (!)) gender !!!
Right now, however, there's good news for all networking victims. And as far as the most persistent networking 'assailants', are concerned, their days may be numbered. Did you see this article last year in the Guardian?
And that's probably why Jeremy Clarkson's bid to "buck the trend" by opening his own shiny-new Cotswold pub with its amusing name of "The Farmer's Dog", has made such a big splash around "these here parts", as people say in "these here parts" (!).
The other day, there was practically no other news, here in the normally quiet counties of Worcestershire and Gloucestershire, apart from Clarkson-related trivia. You must have noticed that! Of the six so-called "headlines" on one of our local news websites a few days ago, no fewer than 3 were Clarkson stories. What madness!!!!
In her informative write-up of the event, ace-reporter Albutt noted the following interesting background details, including a bit of back-story on the pub's first-ever customers, Gloucester couple Lauren Hanly and Blake Jones:
And readers, isn't it so nice to see that picture of Clarkson himself behind the bar, with his current "squeeze" at his side, regaling customers with his entertaining views on the economy, including the price of pig-meat and other "chewy issues" (!).
The last word on the subject, however, must surely go to my fortnightly copy of political magazine "Private Eye", which "plopped" through our letter-box this morning:
flashback to August 2022: us lunching in the garden of the Daylesford
Organic Food Shop near Chipping Norton - known as "the UK's
poshest farm-shop", the business whose "wicked prices"
originally inspired Clarkson to go into the organic food business...
...and us today, bypassing the "farm shop racket" completely,
becoming hunter-gatherers in the local blackberry bushes:
as usual Lois comes away with twice my meagre "haul"
[You lazy bastard Colin! Lois busy in the bushes, while you "ponce around" in your Australian "hoodie", taking selfies and eating most of your 'haul' as you go along - I know how you operate, I've got your number! - Ed]
Meanwhile, a visit by us to "The Farmer's Dog" is definitely "on the cards", so watch this space for one of our trademark hard-hitting reviews!
[Clarkson must be quaking in his boots (!) - Ed]
21:00 We go to bed on the second episode of sitcom "Nighty Night" from the early 2000's, written by, and starring Julia Davis. Oh dear - yes it's that excruciating sitcom all about Bristol beauty-salon owner, Jill, the epitome of "self-fulness" - is that a word? [No! - Ed]. You know, the woman who discovers that her husband is suffering from a terminal illness. She's a forward-looking woman, and so starts 'looking ahead' to find a replacement for him, before he's even dead yet. Yikes!
In the previous episode, we saw Jill at a dating agency, trying to find her future Husband Number Two, with the help of the agency's friendly IT-literate rep, Glen Furze, played by Marc Wootton. First Jill gives her ideal age-range for her new man: somewhere between 18 and 71, she thinks.
During her interview the 'ideal height' issue reared its head: do you remember?
In this scene, Jill is looking for some sexy underwear in a sex-shop when, by chance, she bumps into Glen, barely recognisable in his shiny-new "sex wig", coming out of the fitting room:
[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzz!!!!
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