For several weeks in a row now I have probably bored you even more than usual with my tales of Jimmy, her GAP year plans and my nepotistic tendencies. So I thought I would compound that this week. Lunch with the Australian entertainment magnate last Friday pretty much went the way of all my other well intentioned attempts to line something up for her. My NB(Australian)F owns roller-coaster rides, aquariums, cinemas and goodness knows what other jollities down the Gold Coast. It was a great lunch; you might even say we had a whale of a time. I told him my all-time favourite joke about the guy on a special diet finishing off a toffee and showed him the photo of Jimmy screaming her way down a fun-ride. I mean I know I mentioned to him her interest in journalism and I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but he must have seen the good time leanings of the Sandison family. So what does he come up with by way of assisting her into a fulfilling and useful experience? “Mate, I’d be delighted to introduce her to the team that runs a new journalism project I’m involved with here in the UK. The Conversation.com” The website proclaims that this new on-line newspaper features content from the sharpest academic minds around the world. Oh yes. That’s be Jimmy and with her experience at Insurance Insider behind her, she’d fit right in.
So enough about her. There is one Sandison girl, the Hen, that is out and about and “looking” for a job herself and with intent. At least she has decided that she had better design some business cards and I was sent the proofs. See attached jpeg. I suggested she might embellish it by doodling a clever little witticism….to which she replied
Eg: cluck cluck I'm not a duck?
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
Well I say that she is looking for something on her own. I stumbled back in touch with an old friend I hadn’t seen for many years and who, it transpires, has a sideline business hosting wedding events at his house near Ongar, deepest Essex. So I scribbled him an email to introduce Hen and listing her past assignments. Being the proud parent, naturally I mentioned that one of her photographic jobs had been featured with a whole page in Tatler magazine. When my phone rang shortly afterwards it was my friend, laughing like a drain, to tell me he felt Hen would probably be better looking for work elsewhere. His clientele, he said, are more TOWIE than Tatler! After the last wedding he found five holes had been punched into the walls of his mock medieval feasting hall. Actually, he corrected himself, that was the previous wedding. At the last one the pictures he had hung on the walls to hide the holes had all been stolen.
I know I have given you the impression that Bob is also a feral, bloodthirsty maniac, but a gentler side is beginning to emerge, you may be interested to hear. He quickly bored of an email exchange about the rowan berry jelly we had made together when he was on leave out last weekend to deliver huge news, as ever, in that flawless English of his:
From: Bob Sandison <>
Date: 1 October 2013 22:14:05 BST
To: David Sandison < >
Subject: RE: Rowan jelly!!!!!!
I`m in another band and im the singer x
Were playing scar tissue by red hot chilli peppers for blue note
Cant say I know what blue note is, but anyway sounds quite cool and the main thing is that it provides an opportunity for me to indulge in hopefully a more successful nepotistic foray. I have a friend who is bezzas with the drummer for the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. He has promised to try to secure a set of signed drum-sticks for Bob. Now that would be huge.
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