Frenchy's Rant

Journal should be complete in the next few days. What a great trip! I didn’t want to leave, and not just because they make Guinness there.

Abi went shopping earlier today. Instead of a signature, the back of his credit card says “See ID” , so that cashiers will check his identification as well. Kinda paranoid if you ask me, but nobody asked.

Anyway, the cashier hands him the receipt, which Abi signs. Then, he looks at the back of the credit card, and stops.

“Sir, this signature does not match the one on the card.”

“I know,” Abi replied, “It says See ID so that you check my ID card. My signature is right here on my ID – see?”

“Sir, the signature does not match, I will have to get my manager.”

The manager arrives, and after a minute voids the transaction. Then he re-runs the card and asks Abi to sign the new receipt with the signature “See ID”.

Today is our last day in London.

I’ve passed this inspiring street every morning on my walk to work:

Not a bad way to look at things, really.

Looking up this inspiring street, I noticed something else:

This one pole brings electricity, telephone and cable TV to about thirty houses, on both sides of the street.

Looks safe to me!

Thomas, one of our UK audio crew greeted me this morning with, “Cheers, mate. How are ya? Right. Well, I had a nice kit last night, man, I was bloody knackered.” Sounded just like a line from Austin Powers.

After the show last night, I planned to head to a nearby pub. In the past, I have had trouble getting served in pubs, for whatever reason (too Yank, wrong shoes, too intelligent… who the hell knows?) Keeping with tradition, the area pubs refused to serve. I always think that this time will be different, I guess I am the beer glass half-full type of optimist.

The only place I could get a glass of beer, full or otherwise, was at our hotel bar. Better than nothing, but not by much. My pessimist side emptied several glasses, while the optimist in me got refills. Around two AM, I went to my room and had a nice kit, because honestly, I was bloody well knackered.

I wandered into the arena this morning to get a few pictures.

The Set

PA – Hard At work

Camera Guys – Hard at work

Lighting – Hard at work

It’s true. The middle of the day is low stress for just about everyone (including bloggers!)

Pack Yer Bags!

Everyone is packed and ready to head for the Gatwick airport after the show. Most people will go home tomorrow, a few people will stay in London for a few days, some will go “relax” in Amsterdam, and a lucky few will head to Ireland for four days.

Tonight, Smackdown. Tomorrow Ireland!

Certified Angus Beef LLC
206 Riffel Rd.
Wooster, OH 44691

Dear Mr. Angus,

I am a meat eater from way back. Once I dated a vegetarian, but I had to dump her. Going out for dinner would always end in a fight. I’’d order a delicious Certified Angus steak, she’d get mad, and I wouldn’’t get any action for days.

But that’s not why I am writing today. What I would like to know is what does it take to become a beef certifier? I would like to get into the certifying business myself, but not for beef, as it appears you have that market pretty well covered. But there are a whole host of other uncertified products out there. Kites, lawnmowers, dog collars, and beer steins are just a few things that I think would benefit from my very own Frenchy Certification process.

Consumers feel better paying more for a product that is certified, so everyone wins.

Please let me know where to get certified for the certification process.

Certifiably yours,

Frenchy