Thurs.08.11.07. The letter of ‘disappointment’ was eventually sent to Kearly Mulligan who has the grand title of ‘Marketing Manager for inward investment’; she, like the French ambassadress, is based at Gateway house. She has overall control of any of Wigan’s promotional activities, supporting local initiatives supposedly positively encouraging anything that raises the awareness of Wigan. To accomplish these goals she has a team of dedicated enterprising workers who naturally command healthy salaries coupled with a demanding 25 hour working week. But, regrettably someone is not ‘doing their job’. As I was about to post my literary venom I, coincidentally, received mail from Lucie Duverger the person responsible in Angers for the ‘twinning experience’. She expressed regret at our decision not to visit, explaining that because the ambassadors leave their posts in October with new personnel being installed there had been some kind of communication breakdown leading to their lack of information in the office of the OCIA.
So, the people to blame are Suzanne Riches and Helene Joulain who have now left their posts, therefore cannot be held responsible. Quelle surprise. I am confident this problem must now be forgotten. I have spent far too much time becoming overly distracted, I must return to more urgent concerns, namely, building the car.
A lunchtime call to the workshop proved profitable as I managed to retrieve the boot lining, measure the boot lid, collect the odd bits of ‘alli’, to be delivered to Chorley, admire the fine placement and routing work that Chris has undertaken, load the jeep and still dart away in less than half an hour. This speedy turnaround meant that I was able, not only visit Catterall and Wood, collect the timber but also have time to go to ‘Manic Michael’ of Aspull. He has almost finished the seats but has not ordered the carpet. I found him in shut down mode, uncommunicative, very withdrawn, taciturn. I complimented him upon the quality of the workmanship audaciously requesting a small piece of leather with which I could cover the dash back plate. Having to read his thoughts, applying ‘Vulcan mind transference’, due at this point that he was unable to speak, I selected a small scrap to complete the job leaving, unnoticed from his workshop.
The 7.00pm meeting at the Oak turned into 7.30. The Doc apparently had not realised the time, Paul was simply late. Before we were able to begin, Philip rudely interrupted the proceedings by another opportunist reminder to Doc cursedly repeating to him who he should not bring to Keswick upon his return. Not only has he divided the loyalties of the Roy Castle corner due to the timing of the conflicting trips, he is now sticking his nose into my business: one day he shall pay? Fuck ‘im, nevertheless, everyone was pleased with the presentation packs, in agreement with the decision to now go to Sancerre, decisively the group was also prepared to leave at 5.30am on Monday morning in an attempt to make the earlier 12.15pm ferry. But, the Doc will be in holiday mood from Friday night as he is gigging in Windermere on Saturday night, returning on Sunday afternoon for the ‘darts match’ it will be likely he will organise a ‘lock in’ for the rest of the night. If he meets at 5.30 on Monday, sober, I shall bare my arse at the Pier Head.
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