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Which was nice.
Nov. 29th, 2008 09:40 amSo yesterday was my first Christmas Fair selling Partylite Candles. It was at Llangattock on the other side of the Beacons and Crickhowell, a village renowned being well-monied. (Apparently everyone who sold at the Christmas Fair last year did very well). I got there at 1pm to set up, the Fair started at 2pm and went on til 7pm.
By 5pm I was ready to slit my wrists as I'd sold one Alpine Reindeer Votive Holder (£9.95) and 1 box of Cinnamon and Bayberry Votives (£6.95). Fortunately things picked up, and I got two parties booked in for January so the day wasn't a complete loss, but my takings for the afternoon were £60. Which was crap frankly.
I decided to get Fish and Chips on the way home to help combat the disappointment, and called in at our local. Whilst I waited an inordinately long time for the fish to be cooked, (having already queued for ages to be served), I chatted to the teenaged girl, and showed off my iPhone to her, (I was playing Bejewelled, and she wanted to know what it was) and she started to try to convince her mum, (who also worked there, family concern) she needed one. I was showing her the Koi Pond app (because I haven't yet met anyone who didn't love it) and the next customer came in. The serving girl had to be nudged to serve him rather than play with my phone, which got him interested and he started poking my iPhone too. (But the Koi Pond app is rather a fantastic app!) After (jokily) apologising for poking my phone, I showed them both the iKoto app, which he was really taken with, and he took my phone and was managing to get some really musical sounds from it, while we had a conversation about Macs and iPhones and the cult of Apple, and how there was a reason for it.
At which point the grandmother* behind the counter asked, "Are you J from 5ive?"
He laughed, went really bashful, and said that he used to be a long time ago. Everyone behind the counter dissolved into giggles, and cameras were produced, and chip bags were proffered to be signed. (he was a pretty good sport about it despite a plantive 'but I was only getting chips because I couldn't be bother to cook on the rayburn!') He handed me my phone back and I did toy with asking him for a photo, but decided not to and settled in to watch the show of everyone in the shop flirting with him.
He said he was happy to have found a nice chip shop, as the one in Hay is miserable, (which led to everyone slagging off Hay-on-Wye, as the rest of Powys hates Hay for being to rich and too english) and he moved here a month ago or so and now lives half way between Hay and Talgarth. Oh, and he might be attending the Castle Chip Shop and Pub staff do at the Castle Inn, Talgarth next Sunday at nine for any ex-5ive fans amongst you.
My fish was finally done, and he asked if he could play on iKoto again before I took my phone away. He did and I left to a chorus of slightly star-struck laughter from the chip shop girls and felt strangely a lot happier about my day. (I was never a 5ive fan in the day, [unless like the girl who was serving me, her mum broadcast about her posters] but he was pretty cute and had definite charisma. I could see why the girlies used to like him.)
Which was nice.
*She was a grandmother from the Nanny Ogg school of grandmothers.
By 5pm I was ready to slit my wrists as I'd sold one Alpine Reindeer Votive Holder (£9.95) and 1 box of Cinnamon and Bayberry Votives (£6.95). Fortunately things picked up, and I got two parties booked in for January so the day wasn't a complete loss, but my takings for the afternoon were £60. Which was crap frankly.
I decided to get Fish and Chips on the way home to help combat the disappointment, and called in at our local. Whilst I waited an inordinately long time for the fish to be cooked, (having already queued for ages to be served), I chatted to the teenaged girl, and showed off my iPhone to her, (I was playing Bejewelled, and she wanted to know what it was) and she started to try to convince her mum, (who also worked there, family concern) she needed one. I was showing her the Koi Pond app (because I haven't yet met anyone who didn't love it) and the next customer came in. The serving girl had to be nudged to serve him rather than play with my phone, which got him interested and he started poking my iPhone too. (But the Koi Pond app is rather a fantastic app!) After (jokily) apologising for poking my phone, I showed them both the iKoto app, which he was really taken with, and he took my phone and was managing to get some really musical sounds from it, while we had a conversation about Macs and iPhones and the cult of Apple, and how there was a reason for it.
At which point the grandmother* behind the counter asked, "Are you J from 5ive?"
He laughed, went really bashful, and said that he used to be a long time ago. Everyone behind the counter dissolved into giggles, and cameras were produced, and chip bags were proffered to be signed. (he was a pretty good sport about it despite a plantive 'but I was only getting chips because I couldn't be bother to cook on the rayburn!') He handed me my phone back and I did toy with asking him for a photo, but decided not to and settled in to watch the show of everyone in the shop flirting with him.
He said he was happy to have found a nice chip shop, as the one in Hay is miserable, (which led to everyone slagging off Hay-on-Wye, as the rest of Powys hates Hay for being to rich and too english) and he moved here a month ago or so and now lives half way between Hay and Talgarth. Oh, and he might be attending the Castle Chip Shop and Pub staff do at the Castle Inn, Talgarth next Sunday at nine for any ex-5ive fans amongst you.
My fish was finally done, and he asked if he could play on iKoto again before I took my phone away. He did and I left to a chorus of slightly star-struck laughter from the chip shop girls and felt strangely a lot happier about my day. (I was never a 5ive fan in the day, [unless like the girl who was serving me, her mum broadcast about her posters] but he was pretty cute and had definite charisma. I could see why the girlies used to like him.)
Which was nice.
*She was a grandmother from the Nanny Ogg school of grandmothers.
