Embarrassment
There are some moments in anybody's life that won't ever go away, no matter how much therapy and alcohol fuelled attempts at oblivion. This particular cringe dates back a few years, when I was participating in the reconstruction of the previous home of the Northern Professors. My capable assistant (one of the former slightly sensible Ladies of Clun) and I had been sampling the local beverages, this involved a healthy two mile walk, which on this occasion had not been enough to sort us out.A few days previously the Northern Professor had shown me an advert for a company specialising in rare and exotic tomato varieties, unfortunately I remembered at about 2.00 am, country pub closing times being a little flexible, and decided to call and leave a request for a catalogue on their answering machine. Having once been played back a message that sounded like a series of low mooing noises that I knew was me trying to say I wouldn't be in for work next day, I was conscious of the need to be clear and concise for the tape. Imagine my horror, when rather than the familiar click of the message tape, someone actually answered the 'phone. Someone who was more than a little sleepy, and confused. I stammered incoherent apologies, and tried to explain that I thought they'd have an answering machine.
He cut through my babbling with a simple question; 'was it about tomatoes?', when I answered in the affirmative, he grunted and said, 'oh well, that's alright then,' without a hint of irony, and took my details for the catalogue.
They are still going, still excellent, and probably just as obsessed, they're good for chillis too...
http://www.simpsonsseeds.co.uk/
posted by Lampy @ 4/10/2007 09:59:00 pm
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