Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 11 February 2013
Thou shalt not never not nohow
My mobile phone has just rang, and the caller asked me the question I have been dreading hearing since I first saw the two, massive marble sculptures (2.5 tons each), made to order in Italy, sitting in storage with everyone casting them sideways glances as they walk past, openly wondering how the hell they are going to be moved into place with nothing but a handful of men and the best will in the world.
"Morning Tom. Everyone is waiting for your advice before we put those two huge figures into place, as we thought that you might have done it before. Can you come here today while we have the man-power?"
'You don't have the manpower', I thought. 'Cecil B. Demille didn't have the manpower in his most Biblical of epic films.'
"I'll be up in about an hour," I actually said.
This should make for a good post tomorrow. It might even include some spectacular deaths, like many of Cecil B. Demille's films.