The last 9 days have been a true test of ones Metal. An extreme learning curve where a plethora of skills have been stretched to maximum capacity!
Madrid saw the start of this, 4 days in a hot humid working enviroment, stood for hours on end in a sweaty hall, liasing with a crazy spanish electrian, an israeli organiser, a team of germans, and a crew of english (with "special needs") and our American clients. Needless to say the work was long and testing of the most patient persons reserve.
However, we did get to see the Bernabeu stadium right next to hour luxurious hotel, drink champagne every night and eat at the best resteraunts in town. Saturday night capped things off with VIP entry in CAPITAL one of Europes premier clubs, free champagne, rubbing shoulders with Mardids rich and famous.
Sleep deprived, there was no rest for the wicked, 4 hours in the office in Sheffield and straight on the plane to Paris, to project manage the most disorganised show ever witnessed. The parisian style of operating is quite something in certain instances! Every thing is crammed into eh smallest space possible, everybody smokes like a frickin chimney. All the cafe tables are the size of a playing card....... the waiters are comedy, as witnessed by Mr Seelig! One waiter attempting to run me over with a table, afterwhich we rudely laughed in his face as he asked in comedy french whether or not we might like an aperitif! (Its definitely a had to be there moment!) There is a list of things as long as my arm that make no sense, however this in essence what makes it an interesting and charming place.
I feel my french has improved beyond recogniti0n in just the last 24 hours, and endless stream of problems had to be sorted out with the French. But eventually everything was completed on time..... Had the worst Indian takeaway curry last night. Took it back - they claimed they had had anyone complain in the last 27 years! THe likes of monsieur Jaques Shirac had eaten there. Yeah right whatever you pompous self righteous Indian tosser. (I have a problem with some Indians..... not all I have some good Indian friends, however some of them claim that what ever they do touch etc etc is always the best, the very best, they all think they are the next entrepreneur / business man legend, when infact they are just a Tosser, excentuating their own self worth by claiming to be said legend.
Anyway rant over, gotta dash for a taxi to take the TGV down to Lyon. At least its a first class ticket.......! Man I need some kip!
Greeting to all who read this.........
Madrid saw the start of this, 4 days in a hot humid working enviroment, stood for hours on end in a sweaty hall, liasing with a crazy spanish electrian, an israeli organiser, a team of germans, and a crew of english (with "special needs") and our American clients. Needless to say the work was long and testing of the most patient persons reserve.
However, we did get to see the Bernabeu stadium right next to hour luxurious hotel, drink champagne every night and eat at the best resteraunts in town. Saturday night capped things off with VIP entry in CAPITAL one of Europes premier clubs, free champagne, rubbing shoulders with Mardids rich and famous.
Sleep deprived, there was no rest for the wicked, 4 hours in the office in Sheffield and straight on the plane to Paris, to project manage the most disorganised show ever witnessed. The parisian style of operating is quite something in certain instances! Every thing is crammed into eh smallest space possible, everybody smokes like a frickin chimney. All the cafe tables are the size of a playing card....... the waiters are comedy, as witnessed by Mr Seelig! One waiter attempting to run me over with a table, afterwhich we rudely laughed in his face as he asked in comedy french whether or not we might like an aperitif! (Its definitely a had to be there moment!) There is a list of things as long as my arm that make no sense, however this in essence what makes it an interesting and charming place.
I feel my french has improved beyond recogniti0n in just the last 24 hours, and endless stream of problems had to be sorted out with the French. But eventually everything was completed on time..... Had the worst Indian takeaway curry last night. Took it back - they claimed they had had anyone complain in the last 27 years! THe likes of monsieur Jaques Shirac had eaten there. Yeah right whatever you pompous self righteous Indian tosser. (I have a problem with some Indians..... not all I have some good Indian friends, however some of them claim that what ever they do touch etc etc is always the best, the very best, they all think they are the next entrepreneur / business man legend, when infact they are just a Tosser, excentuating their own self worth by claiming to be said legend.
Anyway rant over, gotta dash for a taxi to take the TGV down to Lyon. At least its a first class ticket.......! Man I need some kip!
Greeting to all who read this.........
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