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Rubber Trouble
Having decided to go for it and build a world record beating whoopee cushion the worst thing possible happened. The latex was not available.
We spent an hour in silence desperately trying to find an alternative supplier and gnawing on our wrist rests in frustration. The was a faint hiss as tears dripped onto the hot scanner.
It was an all time low. We couldn't proceed without the right 2m wide latex and if it was not available we couldn't set up an event and invite celebs to come and sit on the cushion.
The whole idea was on ice and our dreams of helping Comic Relief were sinking like Take That when Robbie left.
It was a struggle to come to terms with events when the phone rang. "Brinnng Brinnng. Brinng Brinnng," rang the phone, "Brinnng," and so on.
Eventually someone answered it and it was as if the clouds above were parted and a golden light shone down.
Sue at FourDRubber had scurried round the warehouse and found a piece of long forgotten latex of the exact dimensions required and it was ours for the asking.
What's more it could be with us early next week.
Oh the joy and elation! The Worlds Biggest Whoopee Cushion was once again within our grasp.
What cheerful scenes greeted the bloke our landlord was showing round when as one we threw our assorted novelty hats into the air (must remember not to throw the Tommy Helmet any more as it smashed a glass).
Huzzah once more.
This beats being a manic depressive.
We spent an hour in silence desperately trying to find an alternative supplier and gnawing on our wrist rests in frustration. The was a faint hiss as tears dripped onto the hot scanner.
It was an all time low. We couldn't proceed without the right 2m wide latex and if it was not available we couldn't set up an event and invite celebs to come and sit on the cushion.
The whole idea was on ice and our dreams of helping Comic Relief were sinking like Take That when Robbie left.
It was a struggle to come to terms with events when the phone rang. "Brinnng Brinnng. Brinng Brinnng," rang the phone, "Brinnng," and so on.
Eventually someone answered it and it was as if the clouds above were parted and a golden light shone down.
Sue at FourDRubber had scurried round the warehouse and found a piece of long forgotten latex of the exact dimensions required and it was ours for the asking.
What's more it could be with us early next week.
Oh the joy and elation! The Worlds Biggest Whoopee Cushion was once again within our grasp.
What cheerful scenes greeted the bloke our landlord was showing round when as one we threw our assorted novelty hats into the air (must remember not to throw the Tommy Helmet any more as it smashed a glass).
Huzzah once more.
This beats being a manic depressive.
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