Me Dad had me wetting meself today recounting the story of one old timer in the grain business who insists on have the collection details for anything he buys within about 30 seconds. "Dave, Dave, I've got to fax the details to the haulier NOW." This is for something that is for collection in three weeks time. The same bloke once sold one of me Dad's customers a load for collection "as available" May. Me Dad's customer asked all the way through May if the boat was in yet, only to be told no it wasn't. Eventually on the 30th of May they said OK well we'd better have a fixing for tomorrow then, as it's the last day of the month it has to be available then. The old guy eventually came up with the numbers at 4.30 in the afternoon on the 31st. Obviously the customer didn't collect the load at that late stage as he amazingly didn't have a lorry hanging around on Humberside on doing nothing on the off chance that some numbers were eventually gonna be forthcoming. At 9.30 in the morning on the 1st of June the bloke is on the phone saying "Dave, Dave, they chased me like mad for those numbers and then I got them a fixing and they didn't even have the decency to collect it on the right day. What the hell is going on?"
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.