The Time Bubble

It's Saturday night, I am not working due to various mix-ups but to be honest I'm enjoying the time off. I love nostalgic and cheesy TV. Most modern shows and movies require a fair bit of concentration, older stuff less so. Sometimes, when you don't want to be intellectually challenged, you want simple, old-fashioned cheap slapstick humour, you can't beat throwing on an old program or film from yesteryear. I'm watching a 1973 movie, "Holiday On The Buses". Most of you will know this film, it's been shown on bank holidays on ITV practically every year since it's release. It's dated, predictable, and I love it. From a simpler world, the one that I grew up in.  Claire went out at 6pm on her Christmas do, and will doubtless be crashing back in soon in an advanced state of inebriance. Not to worry - the kids are away, so we've a licence to drink! I'm sat here with a nice bottle of vino. Next to me on the sofa, snoozing away, is Lynda. ...

It seems I am destined not to work on Saturday 10th December, enquiries numbers 5 and 6 have fallen by the wayside. You'll remember from an earlier post that I had somehow managed to turn 4 jobs into 0, well the saga continues. A lady phoned up from Brackley wanting an 80s night, we agreed a price (200+) and it was all agreed and done and dusted on email and 3 phone calls. Now as you know I do not ask for deposits or issue contracts I like to base my business on trust and up until recently only once had their been a problem in 4 years. So this is in the bag - meanwhile whilst in the middle of a night out in London I get call number 6 for the same date which I instantly reject. No point passing them on to Mike and Duncan I had already done that with one previous job for the date so I am pretty confident both will be booked. Then out of the blue up rings 80s night woman and cancels. Now, knowing that Claire was having her works Christmas do this Saturday and I was expecting t...