Lovely Rita…

Rita-HanksSorry for such blog-tardiness of late – or should that be tardy-blogness (I think I prefer the latter). I have no great excuse or explanation other than the fact I’ve been working hard. Sorry if that sounds dull, and I know you expect more of me, but what can I say…

However, you’ll be pleased to know that I’ve not been entirely deskbound. No sireee.

Last Friday I ventured up to London for the leaving bash of a former colleague at Woman’s Own. She’d been with the company for 35 years, and therefore felt unable to sit on her hands when volunteers for redundancy were being sought.

So it was, I found myself in a bar with a number of erstwhile colleagues.

We were catching up over some welcome bubbles courtesy of the editor (not the type you blow, of course, although current budgetary restraints wouldn’t have made that entirely out of the question) when in wafted a vision in orange.

Now those of you who know me well will know that orange is my favourite colour. But it wasn’t just the colour of his shirt that attracted attention. It was the flawless flounce followed by the full-on whirlwind persona that is Richard Arnold – GMTV soap queen (am I allowed to say that?) and one-time Strictly contestant.

Wow. The crowd parted before him, as did the waves for Moses.

Then he plonked himself down. Grabbed a glass of fizz and proceeded to hold court. As he did so, however, he cast me more than a few sideways glances.

Strange, I thought. I’m sooo not his type.

Then he could contain himself no longer.

‘You’re the image of Tom Hanks’ wife, Rita,’ he blurted.

‘Is that a good thing?’ I replied.

All the girls quickly assured me that it was.

And when I later checked out Google Images, I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised. If only I hadn’t then checked out Wikipedia. The woman’s 13 years older than me!

So I’m either looking pretty rough right now – or by 2026 I’ll have bagged myself a film star husband, right?

I don’t Bite…

teethThe eagle-eyed among you may well have noticed that Bite has, erm, bitten the dust. But fear not as, like a phoenix from the ashes, has risen in its place.

‘But why?’ I hear you all cry in unison. The answer is quite simple. A lawyer’s letter from a global organisation, with a not dissimilar name to that of my company, gently pointing out that his client wasn’t happy with the similarity.

I, in turn, gleefully pointed out that I was deeply flattered that an organisation with offices in London, Glasgow, Paris, New York, Hong Kong, Singapore (yawn… you get the idea), thought there was a chance that little ole me – sitting here in my front room in suburbia rather than Sydney or San Francisco – might be mistaken for them. But hey ho, I think they may have just done me a favour.

You see, being forced to reconsider the name Bite PR made me realise that it could be misleading for visitors to my site, who may believe (wrongly) that it’s only for those involved in food and drink.

In the meantime, and as luck would have it, the domain name had become available (it never has been before) so here we are. You all know who I am. You also know I don’t Bite (get it?)

How’s that for turning a potential negative into a positive…

Onwards and upwards, eh.