Story of my life...
How many times in your life do you get to hang around with Fire Fighters? Well, unless you're the type of person who starts blazes just so the local fire crew can come running around to your house in their big shiny engine to hose you down with a water cannon... That's you is it? Ok! *backs away*
It's a truth universally acknowledged that you never get a minger of a Fire Fighter; it's the job male models do when their posing in front of the camera days are over. As my good friend outnumberedby4 taught her (then) nine year old daughter to say... "Fire Fighters... phwoar! "
So I must say I was rather excited when Mick signed me up on a Fire Extinguisher training course for today. Scintillating, I know, but wahey... a pub lunch followed by Fire Fighters. I'll have more Wednesday afternoons like that thank you very much!
But this is me you're talking about, this is my life; a life where I've just missed the really famous person or failed to recognise him ten feet away. Where all the good things go before I've had a chance to get to them or I get to the till and find the coupon's just expired. Of course, I was never going to be surrounded by past cover stars of GQ. Luck like that does not happen to me.
Nope... Only I could turn up at a fire station on the other side of the county and find that my trainer was none other than my friend's son. I did know he worked for the Fire Service and I just knew it was him the second I caught a glimpse of the side of his face as he swung into the car park slightly late. I chuckled to myself, I find my life a deep source of amusement at times.
Still, we had a fabulous lunch at the Black Horse at Ireland, a place that I've heard about but never been to. It was most excellent and I shall be angling for a return visit at the earliest possible opportunity.
It's a truth universally acknowledged that you never get a minger of a Fire Fighter; it's the job male models do when their posing in front of the camera days are over. As my good friend outnumberedby4 taught her (then) nine year old daughter to say... "Fire Fighters... phwoar! "
So I must say I was rather excited when Mick signed me up on a Fire Extinguisher training course for today. Scintillating, I know, but wahey... a pub lunch followed by Fire Fighters. I'll have more Wednesday afternoons like that thank you very much!
But this is me you're talking about, this is my life; a life where I've just missed the really famous person or failed to recognise him ten feet away. Where all the good things go before I've had a chance to get to them or I get to the till and find the coupon's just expired. Of course, I was never going to be surrounded by past cover stars of GQ. Luck like that does not happen to me.
Nope... Only I could turn up at a fire station on the other side of the county and find that my trainer was none other than my friend's son. I did know he worked for the Fire Service and I just knew it was him the second I caught a glimpse of the side of his face as he swung into the car park slightly late. I chuckled to myself, I find my life a deep source of amusement at times.
Still, we had a fabulous lunch at the Black Horse at Ireland, a place that I've heard about but never been to. It was most excellent and I shall be angling for a return visit at the earliest possible opportunity.