Why does it always rain on me?
Glasgow Farmers Market got off to a flying start - as soon as our licence allowed us to we were selling like hot cakes taking oodles of cash before even the official opening time. The just after 11 the heavens opened, Mansfield Park became Mansfield Pool and the west end shopper sretreated to the pine floored flats never to be seen again.
We had a good day - It should have been much better. A lady come along with her old box of six to get it refilled for a third time. We even knocked an extra quid off seeing we'd saved two boxes.
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A busy day tomorrow for brewery executives. Bob and Chris trundling down from the island about their various duties laden down with beer.
The mainland sales executive making calls in Edinburgh to potential and exisiting outlets. This means that once again the boss is in sole command of the brewry. No doubt there will be an increased responsibility allowance creeping into the accounts. Bob's off to Munich, tail between his legs,having failed to persuade his partners that endless quantities of German Beer do not qualify as a legitimate business expense - unless we are all there.
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Station Road Milngavie. The Christmas farmers’ market stalls are laid out along the pedestrian precinct, their awnings flapping in the near gale force winds. The light from the shop windows cuts through the December gloom making the golf ball sized raindrops look like tracer shells as they ping down the street aglistening.
The wrapped up burghers of this prosperous Glasgow suburb, designer shell suits and gold electronic tags, hurry about their business seemingly oblivious to the market delights on sale as they pull their hats down, stare at the ground and race for cover.
The stall holders. Sad faced in the knowledge of the poor days trading inevitably ahead of them manage only the most basic of pleasantries to their potential customers and each other, from under their layers of scarves, hats and down filled waterproof jackets. But look: what’s that over there in all this December gloom. Why it’s our mainland sales executive resplendent in Kilt, Christmas hose and Balmoral bunnet with just a bright coloured jersey to fend off the cold.
Yes – when he was asked to come to do the market the organiser said the December event was going to be a special fancy dress event with a prize for the best dressed stall and stall holder. So why did no one tell the MSE the plan had changed?
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Lockett Bros. of North Berwick placed the largest order to date which was duly delivered this morning. Chris Lockett had good news. He said the beer was really taking off in their shop and they had a good number of regular customers as well as the curious just giving it a shot. Graham agreed. We've never quite worked it out. Presumably Graham and Chris are brothers, but Chris is definitely Kiwi and Graham certainly Scots. Must have different mothers.
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Phoned the licensing board at 9am to see what the problem was. No problem at all said the lady - I just gave you a call to say the licence was in the post, just a little worried you might not get it in time for the market. Fine we say then engage in little friendly chat. We thought theere may have been a problem as the officer dealing with the application at Maryhill Police Station had never heard of Colonsay, despite it being the same force area, and had phoned to ask which police station covered us. "Funilly enough," said the licencing boasrd lady, I had never heard of Colonsay either." Kirkinwhere we said.
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