The Messenger June 2016
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October 09<br />
<strong>The</strong> W<br />
rld<br />
according to Fran<br />
Well after last month’s ‘World According to Fran’ Jack<br />
said it was about time I included my passport photo<br />
(the one where I look like I am from Prisoner Cell<br />
Block H in the 80’s) and told everybody a story about<br />
myself. He suggested that I share the one after I had<br />
just learned to drive and was parking my car, for the<br />
very first time, at a parking meter, on my way to a<br />
Manchester Law Society seminar.<br />
It was a highly embarrassing moment for me and I was<br />
seriously considering doing just as Jack had asked but,<br />
yet again, he has surpassed himself and given me<br />
enough ammunition with his latest tale of woe to fill this<br />
piece.<br />
As you know Jack was going to Benidorm on holiday.<br />
We had the trials and tribulations of losing his passport<br />
and having to buy a new one for £80.<br />
We had the trials and tribulations of him buying some<br />
new clothes for said holiday – he spent £200 in a designer<br />
shop where he bought four items and then £75 in<br />
Primark where he bought about seventeen items!<br />
He was packing his suitcase (well rolling everything up<br />
into a ball and squashing it in) and took out his new<br />
clothes to show me. His £80 Gant shirt had a big burn<br />
mark at the bottom of it, all the way through each side<br />
of the shirt. “Somebody” had obviously dropped the end<br />
of a cigarette into the bag and burnt the shirt.<br />
I wonder who that could be?! So we are another £80<br />
down.<br />
We finally get everything packed and he goes off to his<br />
dad’s with strict instructions about phoning Vodafone to<br />
get international traveller put onto his phone and to find<br />
out about turning off data roaming as well as a lecture<br />
on the dangers of too much alcohol, sun, drugs, bugs<br />
and entreaties to send me a text to let me know he had<br />
got there safely. I wasn’t asking for a daily phone call or<br />
nightly face time. I was only asking for one small text to<br />
let me know that he had arrived safely. Not too much to<br />
ask I thought.<br />
Jack was away for a week.<br />
He posted a photo on Facebook, early in the morning of<br />
the day he went from Manchester Airport, of a bottle of<br />
Sol saying the holiday starts here. I commented “have a<br />
great time”, which he liked. “Well that’s a good start” I<br />
thought. “He’s liked it.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is a first time for everything!” I sent a couple of<br />
texts to him during the week and did a couple of face<br />
book posts.<br />
I had no communication from him all week until the Saturday<br />
afterwards when he phoned me and grunted<br />
“hello”.<br />
“Oh hello” I managed sarcastically “are you back then?”<br />
“Yea” he muttered. “I’m back and we have a problem”!<br />
I admit I panicked slightly, wondering what on earth had<br />
happened and what the problem was that “WE” had!<br />
I managed to decipher from the deep guttural sounds<br />
that he HAD NOT phoned Vodafone, he HAD NOT had international<br />
traveller put on his phone for his week in<br />
Benidorm AND he HAD NOT turned data roaming off.<br />
Instead of costing him £21.00 for being abroad for a<br />
week he was being charged £250.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
I ended up buying him a weekly traveller for the train for<br />
the last two weeks in May so at least he could get to<br />
work.<br />
He will then be paid and add this amount to the debt the<br />
size of a small country that he already owes me and is<br />
paying back at a small, insignificant amount each month<br />
(unless his phone bill is massive or he has been on holiday).<br />
At this rate he’ll pay me back in about 2089!<br />
I have told him that the Bank of Mum is now closed and<br />
probably in liquidation!<br />
If by any chance nothing happens in the World of Jack,<br />
next month I will tell you all about the parking meter debacle!<br />
Fran Eccles-Bech<br />
Chief Executive<br />
Monthly Competition<br />
Scene Indian Street Kitchen<br />
Scene Indian Street Kitchen opened to rapturous reviews in April 2015. Set in Manchester’s premier food and<br />
drink district, Spinningfields this new and exciting venue is inspired by the energy and vitality of the Indian<br />
sub-continent.<br />
At Scene we want to create something special, build memories, loyalty and engage with people on a social<br />
and gastronomical level; giving them the full Scene Experience.<br />
We offer our diners fun, quirky and authentic street food, taking customers on a journey through India, Pakistan<br />
and South Asia. A visit to Scene is a truly engaging experience that uses all the five senses. Customers<br />
will be able to see the freshness and vibrant colours of the ingredients, smell the spices used and hear the food<br />
being prepared through the theatrical open plan kitchen which is the focal point of this exciting restaurant.<br />
As well as the grandeur of the 150 cover restaurant interiors, sourced directly from India, customers are welcomed<br />
to try our street side outdoor veranda offering shisha, nibbles and an exciting drink selection. Our tranquil<br />
riverside terrace overlooking the River Irwell is due to be opening in time for the Spring to offer visitors a<br />
perfect option for enjoying the authentic food as it was designed to be eaten, Al Fresco!<br />
To win a Meal for two with a complimentary bottle of house<br />
wine answer the following question:<br />
Which river does our tranquil riverside terrace overlook?<br />
and send to FranEccles-Bech@manchesterlawsociety.org.uk<br />
no later than 9th <strong>June</strong> <strong>2016</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> winner of the Sakana competition was Russell Davidson<br />
Partner, Shoosmiths LLP