Good night from me and good night from him

I must admit to being very pleased when a theme develops for a blog posting. The theme this time is stuff that is dull as. This theme was reinforced having just had a meeting with our very nice financial adviser Martin. Martin, who I'm sure thinks I'm an idiot (but would never let on) has to watch me glaze over again as he and Kate discuss what proportion of our savings should go into corporate bonds and then me whitter on about how on his next visit could he find us an investment with a bit more PIZAZZ!!!

I've been glazing over quite alot recently. Kate, Smithy and I had a meeting about the licence application and the health and safety document that we have to write. Smithy, who as you will remember shares my first name, my hobbies and my haircut has only gone and bought an almost identical pair of specs to mine. This means that we both now look like a white version of Howard of the Halifax TV ads. I have to insist that he removes them if we're both out in public.

Anyway, who would work in health and safety? What would you think about working in a government department that other countries simply do not feel the need for? You can't help but love the French. Kate and Smithy come close to an argument over whether anyone would ask a roadie for his health and safety assessment before setting foot on the festival site. In my twenties I had a stint on the road with a band called Sunhouse (another story), often sharing a hotel room with our roadie Nick from Edinburgh. Having taken more drugs than [insert your best known hellraiser here] Nick couldn't go to sleep without the telly on, his body odour was legendary and he certainly hadn't done his risk assessment the day a year or two ago when I heard he had fallen down a flight of stairs and barely, and I mean BARELY, cheated death.

I suspect if he'd done his health and safety risk assessment properly he'd wouldn't of allowed himself out of bed that morning. It is with this view of the roadie lifestyle that Kate refuses to stand next to any roadie with a clipboard. Quite right, although, we don't want to be sued if anything heavy falls out of the sky. Can't help but feel all the H & S stuff is an exercise in bureaucratic box ticking but if we need to do it, do it we shall. The licence is king.

Anyway, deeply dull.

Lastly on a dull note, I've made a start on our web based contacts database. Due to Microsofts usual inability to build anything truely useful for less than £20,000 I've constructed a database within which you can classify contacts. You will also be able do the following sort of thing - email all contacts who are festival ticket buyers AND who have kids AND have been to J Tillman. It will be an absolutely spamtastic marketing tool. Outlook obviously supports lists of contacts but not contacts belonging to one or many other groups and filtering thereof. Told you it was dull.