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We’re flogging Peckham Diamonds. Not in the kind of quantity we need to if we’re to raise the cash to secure the Spike, but slowly slowly.
For those who don’t know what a Peckham Diamond is, you get them when a car has been broken into. It’s the cubes of glass left on the streets after. So we’ve been out cleaning them up and bagging them.
We’re taking a two-pronged approach to this current obstacle about buying the place. Conventional and unconventional. The diamonds were Mark’s idea, or I should say Sandy Schells. He’s a star. We needed a gimmick and it was suitably Delboy (Only Fools and Horses). One pound at a time. We need to make a totaliser.
The conventional approach is the business plan. We’ve had some long nights of late. We had to get in it to the Council for the meeting. They wanted lots of paper to prove we’re serious. So us practical people were tied to computers and calculators for the last months. We haven’t done badly.
I decided not to go to the meeting. There was 5 of us already and we didn’t want to go in too mob-handed. It sounded stormy. For the first 10 minutes anyway. Then our angel spoke up.
Our angel came in the form of Caroline from Positive News/TV. She loves the Spike and wants to set up office here. And she’s positive. So she reminded everyone we should be looking towards the future. This apparently nicely deferred the attention from the declarations that we’d got into bed with the wrong political party. We now have until mid September to give them the first 10 percent. They want the full 440,000 by mid October. So we have a little more time. A result I guess. Better than 30th August, which was when our notice to quit was. It was lookin like we were in deep trouble with the Council away on holiday. So, we’re still breathing.