Private Parties and Jims' Retirement

Hi All,

   It's the fantastic me writing the blog this time so expect a better standard than that heathen Edward who seems to think he is some sort of Thomas Hardy. Our little gig on Wednesday came about after a late decision to call in caterers to feed forty farmers talking shop and comparing the sizes of their tractors in a field near Stone Henge. Once there we nearly lost Jessie to a hippy drum circle at the Henge, fortunately the smell of our pizzas lured her back thereby conquering and assimilating Piu Pizza with alternative types- adding another string to our bow and banishing prejudices.

   The organizers late decision and a good word from a Piu Pizza convert swung the deal; there is always a slight skeptical air about our pizzas until we serve a few and that tends to silence people. If we didn't have to shrug off the bad image of all the other imitators on the high street every time we sold ourselves we would definitely be cruising our way to our first million pizzas by now. People acting so surprised when they taste our awesomeo pizzas is definitely starting to become a custom for us- one which we still love; although the farmers were generally just very quiet which is much the same thing. Organizer was more than happy.
 
   As we took a few days off we took our time heading on wards to Norfolk and the various delights to be had there. We recommend Cookies Crab shop on the Norfolk coast for fresh honest and cheap sea food chiming bells with the Piu Pizza philosophy. Although they haven't sold out after 3 generations of trading and jacked the prices for tourists and Londoners which we most probably would have; not really we are in it for good food for everyone philosophy. After some laying around we realized we were there for Jims retirement party. It is Piu Pizzas belief that retirement should begin at 40- that is the plan; poor old Jim had to work until 60 what with being a teacher and all. A few decades of public service celebrated a good Saturday night was had by all with the Pizzas topping the bill.

   Unfortunately there are no pictures to be shown as Edward has left his camera and shoes behind. Generally a sad state of affairs all round with that boy.

   A big thanks to Ed's parents for putting up with Edward for 28 odd years and for hosting us for a few nights.

   All in all a great success proving that we can do the glitz and the glam, the poor and the plush: but we don't hang around we want any money in a rush.