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Latin has no word for grey

Have you ever played look-a-likey? If you have a life, then probably not.

We don’t have a life so look-a-likey is always on our agenda. It’s the sort of game you play in a restaurant when you’ve run out of interesting things to say. So once we’ve chewed over the weather, the price of Cloudy Bay, and the waiter’s BO we play look-a-likey.

Find a fellow diner or train passenger or supermarket shopper and match them to their celebrity doppelganger.

Weirdly, the last two occasions we have played this game the look-a-likes turned out to be the actual celebrity.

At Haydock Park a few weeks ago the diminutive little chap in the parade ring wasn’t one of the jockeys, but Michael Owen. I had no idea that he was even interested in horses. But then, as I said, I don’t get out a lot. Her indoors new all about his equine pursuits of course, but then, she doesn’t miss much.

She didn’t miss much in Tolo’s either, a beach restaurant in Puerto Pollenca. I thought she was paying rather too much attention to the four cyclists parking their machines on the pavement, maybe it was all that lycra? Actually it was look-a-likey Sir Chris Hoy, only it was actually Sir Chris Hoy. Lunch with a Lord of the Realm, and winner of 3 Olympic Golds. He didn’t pick up the tab though.



I just thought I would say a big hello to our friends and business associates in Zimbabwe – looking forward to doing business with you…

It has been a very long, intense week, with flurries of activity followed by frustrating lulls. But now, it’s the weekend, and what a way to kick back – securing a deal we have been working on for some time.

So we are ready for some R & R before next week’s onslaught, where several more projects in the pipeline will need the patience of Job and the hand of Eli to coax them to fruition!

And that reminds me – the hand of Henry, the World Cup in Africa, and some amazing branded products coming up just for this event. Just heard Henry is sailing to South Africa for the World Cup looks like it’ll be all hands on deck…

Details of these products to follow – but get your names down quick – limited availability.


You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You went up to her and say “I am very rich. Marry me”.

You are at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says, “He is very rich. Marry him”.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day you called her and say, “Hi, I am very rich. Marry me”.

You are at a party and see a beautiful girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink. You open the door for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride, and then say, ‘By the way, I’m very rich. Will you marry me?’.

You are at a party and see a gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says, “You are very rich”.

You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say, “I am very rich. Marry me”.
She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.


Winging their way…


Hello, frustrated of Manchester here again.

Our latest  tranch of samples have just hit the high road.

Despite one or two teeny weeny flies in the ointment.

For example, I couldn’t believe my ears on hearing that the clerk in the DHL Office in the UK had never heard of Johannesburg, and was intent on sticking zip codes on all parcels, when zip codes don’t exist east of Algiers. The poor girls in the office here get my sympathy. How do the wheels of industry keep on turning when there are so many hurdles… However, all is well now and under control.

OK. Most things are under control, it was my son’s first Parents’ Evening last night, and I learnt that he has a tendency to be easily distracted  – with a bit too much to say. Don’t know where he gets that from!

But,the evening only got better as Manchester United equalled Ajax’s record of 14 successive unbeaten away matches in the Champions League after beating CSKA Moscow 1-0 to move within touching distance of the knockout stages. Ding Dong!