Congratulations on his 33rd birthday go to our head of welding Craig Peach who joined us in 1992 when he was just 16. That means that he has been with us for over half his life. Quite an achievement. Craig, proud father of Dannika (14) and Georgia (9) is a big fan of Southport FC and,with partner Dawn, enjoys travel and antiques with a particular love of Italy and Venice. We all wish Craig a very happy day.
And having a birthday on Sunday does not preclude you from appearing on the blog so congratulations also go to assembly worker Aron Riding above who celebrated reaching the ripe old age of 19 last Sunday. Aron thought he had got away from the publicity but he will soon learn that nothing goes unnoticed here. As he has only been with us a few months I don't know Aron very well yet but he tells me that his hobby is sleeping (so typical teenager then). I can say that he is quite a mean footballer judging from his five a side performances to date. Here is a song dedicated to him for last Sunday.
No competition today as ABC Direct have taken all our competition budget having won three times in the last fortnight. I am pleased to say that they have managed to solve all my puzzles so they are not (contrary to popular belief here at Instanta) unsolvable. On Monday I asked you to Link Stevie Wonder's records with photos of a lion and tiger. Yesterday I added a further clue of a photo of a piston. Stevie's record label is Tamla Motown. Motown is Detroit. Detroit has three sports teams the Detroit Tigers (Baseball), Detroit Lions (Football) and Detroit Pistons (Basketball). So there you go. Congratulations once more to ABC and no you are not banned from entering.
A particularly tough cowboy rode into town, tied up his horse outside the saloon and strode menacingly through the swinging doors. The room hushed as he walked purposefully to the bar. "Bartender. Give me a whiskey". The trembling barman handed him the whisky which the cowboy downed in one and strode back out of the bar which reverted to its previous merriment.
Seconds later the doors swung open again as the same ugly brute reappeared. Again the saloon immediately fell silent. Heading straight to the bar the cowboy said in a loud and threatening voice "My horse has gone. Bartender give me another whiskey. I am gonna drink that whiskey and go back outside and if my horse ain't back, it's gonna happen here like it happened in Dodge City."
The cowboy drank the whiskey, slammed the empty glass down on the bar and walked out of the silent bar. His horse was back and he mounted up. As he mounted up a particularly brave saloon customer crept out of the bar and cautiously tugged at the cowboy's sleeve. "Hey mister. What happened in Dodge City?"
"Had to walk home".
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