And all in a good cause

Yesterday was the Third Annual Nigel Scott Charity Pub Quiz.

Which is always a good laugh, and great to see so many PR people turn up (well over 100), and last year’s winners one again. One or two minor disasters… like running out of food, again. And with it being held at a casino, you had to 18 years old at least to get in (which is why Nigel’s widow, Melanie, couldn’t – she’d brought her youngest with her).

What made is fun for me was that I was in a team of three, with two friends and we came equal-sixth, just seven points behind the winners, who had a full team of 10!

Roll on next year…

I’d like to thank…

So anyway – the FA Women’s Awards…

Yes, Leeds Carnegie won, the Club Media Award. And nominated in the Marketing Award, and Jo got the Regional Media Award (for the work she did with us – many thanks).

But oh! The photographs were dreadful. I looked like a waxwork dummy. Not good at all, but perfectly illustrates why I’m better behind the camera than in front of it.

Still, getting a taste for it now, and aiming for a CIPR PRide Award next. Must win one eventually…

Forty Two

42 is, of course, the Ultimate Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Having said that 2009 might be a year to forget, it could just as easily be a year to remember, age-wise.

Happy birthday, me!

Just to confuse (again)

You may remember an earlier post, How to confuse the Chartered Institute of Public Relations. Seems they really *did* get confused; got a phone call today asking why we hadn’t sent in a picture and 1,000-word summary for ‘Lines of Enquiry’. The answer being that I got an email saying that we weren’t short-listed.

Turns out that we had been after all.

Black-tie dinner on Weds 5 November at the Queens Hotel to look forward to again (if I’m allowed to go – it wasn’t really my event, after all).

A long walk

Not having the car, and needing to pick up the phone that Orange insist I get with my new contact, even though I’m never going to use it (unless something really horrible happens to my N95), I went for a walk today to the parcel depot.

It’s one of the many I’ve been to over the last few years; up near the John Charles Centre for Sport and, co-incidentally, around the corner from 168 (City of Leeds) Squadron.

By my watch, it took me less time to get there than it does to drive to Huddersfield. Bizarre.

Waiting for Mister Moonlight

How fab are The Blow Monkeys?

Over 18 years since their last studio album was released, and they’re back. And playing a few, small gigs to promote the new one, including last night at The Leadmill in Sheffield, which is where I was with Chris & Sam.

Totally outstanding from start to finish, lots of singles, an album track or two for the devotees and some of the new ones to boot. And two encores, which seemed to catch a few people out.

Photo: Blow Monkeys CD and concert ticket.
Signed copy of Devil’s Tavern and my ticket – yes, just £15!

A week away…

Camp tomorrow! My first-ever Summer Camp, this one’s at RAF Marham. I have no idea what to expect, though the two tame Squadron Leaders of my acquaintance have done their best to scare me.

I won’t be able to make any posts from there though, it sounds like a bit of an IT wilderness! Not even sure if I’ll get a mobile phone signal.

How to confuse the Chartered Institute of Public Relations

Last week, I sent in a PRide Award entry on behalf of Metro. I also sent one in for the Ladies.

The CIPR couldn’t cope with me working for Metro *and* for the Ladies. True.

Just as well I didn’t put one in for ‘The Largest Room in the House’, as planned!

I collect stationery

I don’t mean that in a trainspotterish sort of way – I just seem to collect it. Every time I think “Oooh, must start making notes of the things I keep forgetting”, I go out and buy a notebook, even though I have a cellar full of BOGOFs and ‘threefers’.

And it’s not just notebooks. There’s reams of printer paper, folders, dividers, tags, clips, pins,…

Sometimes it comes in handy, just when you least expect it. And, at other times, it’s just embarrassing and in the way.

On. Or off.

Those who know me quite well (or who have observed me close-up) know that I’m generally on or off. No half-measures.

One of the drawbacks is that, even though last night’s Leeds United Ladies Fundraising Masquerade Ball was really rather good (and, one hopes, quite successful), I still couldn’t switch off and enjoy it for what it was. I felt so much happier being on my feet, wandering around, pointing the photographer to the right people, asking how the students were doing, and so on. Being a nuisance, basically!