As previously mentioned in this, the world's leading account of actvity in the catering equipment sales arena, I attended a funeral last week. A somber and sad occasion. The man was not related to me but rather to my partner. He did however plaster our kitchen ceiling and was always pleasant (when he was sober).
The funeral was standing room only and, as is traditional, sandwiches, tea and coffee were served in the pub located near the crematoriam.
Even though I took the day off from work, the part of my brain reponsible for collecting, disecting and redistributing catering equipment related information was hard at it. I noticed, for example that the coffee machine was a Bravilor Bonomat Novo2 and that the crockery was steelite. Perhaps that was the truly sad part of the day...