It’s close, so close I can smell it. No not my usual 2 o’clock visit from the brown locomotive stopping at plopsville splash, its PB on tour 2009. The mobile phone action is getting hotter with texts coming in and with phone calls from Anglia TV after a tip off that 15 Morris Dancers where coming to Stansted next Friday. I’m going to apply the 6 p’s and call a meeting this week so that everyone who’s going knows what they have to do where they have to be etc. Oh 6 p’s…Prior, planning, prevents, piss, poor, performances. The meeting will hopefully eliminate people turning up without a straw hat, without orange ribbons, or god forbid a person being missed off the booking. Therefore the said meeting will be at PBHQ this Thursday at 8.30pm.
It is a bit late but some people work in Cambs and I have got do my hair before coming out. They usually only last about an hour but it’s important you attend so we can run through a checklist of things you will need, and I can tell you pick up times etc.
I hope the Morris Dancer outfits are coming along nicely, I had my first fitting this week and I have to say its quite arousing making noises reminiscent of a reindeer when you walk. We certainly won’t lose each other. It reminds me of a story I once heard about a blind football team going on tour. They used a bell in the ball to determine where it was. Fascinating and very clever when you think about it. It all went terribly wrong though when the coach stopped at a tiny village in Yorkshire on route to their next game. Unfortunately they ended up kicking the shit out of a load of Morris Dancers who were participating in a local fete as some of the lads decided to have a kick about on the nearby field!!! Tragic end to a lovely story.
See you Thursday cock noses
