It’s Going to be Like Jim’ll Fix It for Some Lucky Banker

So in I popped to Radio Shack (which is the American equivalent of Tandy – RIP) to ask them about an outdoor antenna set up for receiving over-the-air HD. It’s better than your average cable or satellite signal, and it’s free (the signal, not the antenna). I’m also loathe to pay a premium to my cable company for the privilege of viewing whatever lame reality series involving dwarves and giants swapping places to see what things would be like in the other freak’s shoes – probably a bit tight if you were the giant I’d imagine.

Anyway, as I sauntered into the store the manager asked the now customary question referring to my origins. He hadn’t said hello before he mentioned Flight 93 – y’know the one that exploded over Lockerbie. Apparently, he should’ve been on that flight, but his mother hadn’t got the tickets to him in time.

How odd. I’ve no idea whether it was the guy’s near death experience or a minus 17 gust of arctic air from not closing the door that sent a shiver down my spine; but I still didn’t buy an antenna.

As if I’m going up on the roof in this weather – I’ll wind up doing a Rod Hull.

Considering we’re on the subject of bizarre things linked to television, how would you pitch Butler Sheetmetal to TV types embarking on a spot of research to see whether you might be willing to appear in some new reality show being flushed down the pipeline about recently fired bankers having to get their hands dirty at a proper place of work?

A muck vs. brass corporate wife swap during times of class war.

Thankfully, we have this blog to flesh the bones of an otherwise skinny little outfit.

While I don’t write about everybody in equal measure, there are those at Butler Sheetmetal HQ who lend themselves more easily to blog ridicule than others.

Senior Butler brother, Matt, only gets mentioned in passing, whereas as the more junior John gets mentioned quite a bit. But even John is overshadowed by Jock bundle of joy Jasper. The BBC could do far worse than waste license payer’s money on reincarnating the ghost of Pvt Frazer.

The blurred boys and girl at Butler Sheetmetal: Phil, Deborah, Jasper, John and Matt.

So, if you just so happen to be researching to see what kind of characters you might be dealing with just click on any of the following names: Matt, John, Jasper, Deborah or Phil and see what this blogs turns up.

We’ve even got a new lad called Simeon (pronounced Simon, not Gideon), but I’ve no idea whether he’s got a face more suited the radio.

Anyway, if it does transpire – some banker kick-starting a new career up our place – I hope they don’t think it’s going to be a cushy office job.