Good lord, there are thousands of them out there: we haven’t had crowds like this since the head of catering had one of his funny turns and re-enacted the Naked Chef in the Victorian kitchen gallery.
Actually I think we’d better put up the “closed for cleaning” sign on the cafe again: I’ve just done a recce and we seem to be down to five raisin Danish and two fish fingers, so I think it could turn nasty if they all surge in.
Right, while we’re waiting for the leaflets, could somebody please go down and try and sell them Friends membership?
They’re not going as well as I expected, I don’t think people have quite grasped what good value family membership represents, with two invitations to join pot shard washing sessions, the nettle beer and groats Anglo Saxon evening every Michaelmass, and free admission to every single charging exhibition between 10.30am and 10.45am every other Wednesday.
I know, I know, I have looked out the front window, I do know the queue now goes right down the back garden and past the Tudor privy – I wonder could we distract them all for half an hour by inviting them to join in cess pit clearing?
Or the stone breaker’s yard is free at the moment … and could we get hold of some oakum quickly?
No! Is that really the bank manager? There, beside the school accountant? Thank heavens, the leaflets at last.
I think the best thing is to send the work experience genius to distribute them along the queue: could you ask him to wear that disgraceful jumper with the moth holes and the incompetently darned elbows from the Mrs Beeton Live session – if he looks too flash I’m not sure he’ll make it back in one piece.
Right: “The museum wishes to apologise sincerely for any misinformation inadvertently conveyed, and to stress that while applications are still warmly invited for the internships recently advertised, these positions are UNPAID.”
Yes that should do it – but maybe give him the Take Shelter tin hat too.
Actually I think we’d better put up the “closed for cleaning” sign on the cafe again: I’ve just done a recce and we seem to be down to five raisin Danish and two fish fingers, so I think it could turn nasty if they all surge in.
Right, while we’re waiting for the leaflets, could somebody please go down and try and sell them Friends membership?
They’re not going as well as I expected, I don’t think people have quite grasped what good value family membership represents, with two invitations to join pot shard washing sessions, the nettle beer and groats Anglo Saxon evening every Michaelmass, and free admission to every single charging exhibition between 10.30am and 10.45am every other Wednesday.
I know, I know, I have looked out the front window, I do know the queue now goes right down the back garden and past the Tudor privy – I wonder could we distract them all for half an hour by inviting them to join in cess pit clearing?
Or the stone breaker’s yard is free at the moment … and could we get hold of some oakum quickly?
No! Is that really the bank manager? There, beside the school accountant? Thank heavens, the leaflets at last.
I think the best thing is to send the work experience genius to distribute them along the queue: could you ask him to wear that disgraceful jumper with the moth holes and the incompetently darned elbows from the Mrs Beeton Live session – if he looks too flash I’m not sure he’ll make it back in one piece.
Right: “The museum wishes to apologise sincerely for any misinformation inadvertently conveyed, and to stress that while applications are still warmly invited for the internships recently advertised, these positions are UNPAID.”
Yes that should do it – but maybe give him the Take Shelter tin hat too.
