2021 is my retirement year. In December I head for Thailand and a new life.
But I couldn’t leave without giving something back and sharing some of the things I’ve learned in more than 40 years of business – the people, the challenges, the highs and the lows.
In normal times, I’d do all this face to face over a cup of coffee and a chinwag but as that’s not possible right now, I thought I would go digital!
During the coming months, look out for my ‘lap of honour’ newsletters with stories, anecdotes and insights. I hope my stories bring a smile to your face - and some positive inspiration for the months ahead!
To start off my swan song, did you know I once owned a lake in the Lake District?
Long before glamping and shepherd huts were a thing, I was hoping to get planning permission for log cabins overlooking the River Kent. For technical reasons it didn’t happen but I think business is all about looking for new opportunities and fresh ideas. I will always cherish the memory of owning a lake in one of the most beautiful parts of the UK.
I might be a season ticket holder for the Tangerines (Blackpool FC) but I was born and bred in Yorkshire and came to Blackpool with my family when I was teenager. But at the age of 14, I missed my mates back in Leeds and couldn’t settle at school.
With the bright lights of Blackpool on my doorstep, I wagged school (stuffing my uniform in a locker at Talbot Road Bus Station) and headed to the prom - and the amusement arcades.
Before long I knew the winning combinations of the amusement arcade slot machines.
Thinking back to those times (1970s), the promenade was packed with amusement arcades and I could empty the machines in an hour. The attendants would chase me out and I’d get the odd clip ‘round the ear’ before returning a week later to try my luck again.
I also worked at a fish and chip shop, a darts and candyfloss stall and on weekends I used to ‘barrow boy’ at Blackpool’s central train station. The early morning trains would arrive packed with people who needed help carrying their bags and suitcases to the guest houses, hotels and holiday flats. It was crazy the number of people arriving off the trains in those days so you could earn quite a lot of money!
At the age of 15, I decided it was time to leave home. I wanted to get out into the world and be independent - a feeling that has never left me! I rented my own flat but still went home for sunday lunch (Yorkshire puddings) and to get my washing done.
It’s the end of January; the Christmas festivities are a distant memory and Spring is just out of reach. But for team ICG, the ‘annual conference’ beckons.
For the last 14 years, we have booked the last weekend in January for our ‘team building-cum-Christmas party-cum-annual conference’ trip away. The call for passports is heard, the bags are packed, and we board the airport minibus full of excitement (by the way, it’s a much quieter trip on the way home).
Sadly this year, it’s not to be but thankfully we’ve no shortage of incredible memories from drinking ice cold Czech beer in Prague, strolling down Las Ramblas in Barcelona, relaxing on the beach in Alicante and enjoying coffee in the Madrid sunshine.
I asked my colleagues to share what they remember from our trips to destinations across the UK and Europe...
Peter always managed to end up in casinos at the end of the evening, often losing big money. In Alicante he had a successful night, then lost it all the next night. On the Bruges cruise, he made short work of a few hundred quid in seconds!!
In Malaga we were getting taxis after the tapas bar and Peter turned right instead of left and got totally lost.
Pete fell into a bush in Benalmádena, I know he loves that story.
I vaguely remember Peter chatting up some women in Dublin back at our hotel.
Him snoring very loudly when we’ve shared rooms.
Enjoying a starter of prawns in a chilli and garlic tomato sauce so much in Alicante that he ordered another one.
In Barcelona, one day Peter wore a nifty beige sports jacket. The next day, he had the same jacket but in blue - turns out the jacket was actually reversible!
These winter lockdown months are pretty hard going at the moment but cooking helps me relax. It’s also where my career started, studying catering at Blackpool and The Fylde College, back in the 70s.
I remember my first day - there was a group of 10 of us and the tutor came along and one by one put splashes of Tabasco sauce into our palms. On the count of three, he asked us to lick it off. You can imagine the howls and streaming eyes.
I think the moral of the story is that if you don’t know what something is - ask!
Looking back maybe that’s where my love of very spicy food comes from!
My favourite Friday night meal is home made Indian curry... spicy...hot, hot, hot. I batch cook the base sauce and freeze it into individual cartons. Defrost some king prawns or chicken fillets and serve with rice, naan bread, chutney and a bottle of wine. You have a super meal for less than a fiver! (excluding the wine)
If you need the recipe, drop me an email firstname.lastname@example.org.
With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, it seems just right to tell you about In the Mood.
In the Mood was the name of a night club that I managed in the 1980s. By this time, I’d already spent a few years working in catering and one job had led to another.
I was in my 20s and it was a brilliant time in my life - I got to know everyone on the night club scene around Blackpool.
I could walk into any local night club; on Monday I’d be at 007, Tuesday was my favourite, the Adam and Eve, Thursday was Palms, and Friday and Saturday In The Mood.
I am sure some of you will already know that I’ve been married four times. I took full advantage of managing the nightclub and look back at those wonderful nights with a wry smile. Not surprisingly, I’ve had the odd pint of Guinness and a few glasses of wine poured over my head. Good job I had three dinner suits!
In the Mood was popular with the over-25 crowd looking for somewhere to go after the local sports bars had rung last orders. We’d be so busy, we’d have to turn people away at the door until closing time at 1am.
Culture Club’s Karma Chameleon and Lionel Richie’s Dancing on the Ceiling were at the top of the charts and popular drinks were Bacardi and coke, whiskey and ginger and Cinzano and lemonade.
By the way, In the Mood took its name from the iconic music of Glenn Miller (American jazz musician from the Big Band era). Look it up on YouTube - it’ll get you toe tapping and banish those lockdown blues.
And, finally a word to the wise about Valentine’s Day. If your partner tells you not to make a fuss with hearts and flowers, don’t believe them! Always have something special up your sleeve and get them in the mood!
It’s National Careers Week, and while I might be coming to the end of my career, I remember just how it felt when I was starting out.
My career really got going off when I became Deputy Manager at the Imperial Hotel in Blackpool. The Imperial is a beautiful 19th century seafront hotel which has boasted many famous guests including Charles Dickens, Winston Churchill and members of the Royal family.
During my time it welcomed stars of the stage and screen including the comedians, Norman Vaughan, Jimmy Tarbuck and Ken Goodwin as well as Cilla Black and her husband.
I met Harry H Corbett from the massively successful, BBC sitcom Steptoe and Son. He wore a beautiful, tailored blue suit which was such a contrast to how he looked on the telly as a rag and bone man - it blew my mind and the experience stayed with me for weeks.
There were musicians too including glam rock band, Sweet, The New Seekers, famous for the song ‘I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing’ and Peter Noon from Herman's Hermits.
When the Beatles appeared at the Winter Gardens in 1964, they stayed at The Imperial - I’d already seen them in Leeds as a young lad and I will never forget the screaming fans.
The Imperial also welcomed many politicians as the party conference season got underway at the Winter Gardens. I remember two plain-clothed detectives stationed at dining tables at the two entrances to the hotel’s Louis XV (15th) restaurant accompanying Conservative Prime Minister, Ted Heath and Labour’s Harold Wilson. I was only a young lad at the time, and to see these high profile figures was incredible.
I had some great experiences at The Imperial and learned a lot about how to deal with people and think on my feet. There’s been a lot in the news about how the pandemic has impacted young people - their jobs, education and mental health. They’ve had to downsize their ambitions for the last year but I am confident it will only be temporary; they, and the rest of us, will bounce back.
My love of horse racing came from my parents when we lived in Leeds.
They both loved the horses and every Saturday we would go to a race meeting that was anywhere within traveling distance - Redcar, Tadcaster, Wetherby, York, Thirsk, Pontefract, Ripon, Catterick, Beverley and Haydock.
We were lucky compared to most; both my parents worked, which was unusual back in those days, and my dad always had new cars.
I will never forget when my older brother was sent to a convalescent home to recover from a very serious motorbike accident. As luck would have it, a young Willy Carson was also convalescing in the next bed. Willy Carson went on to become a champion jockey and my parents would visit every night and chat with Willy, they loved it. My Dad’s diaries from the time revealed that he had Willy’s telephone number and he would ring him up asking for tips. The diary reads ‘called Willy, lost again’.
With the Cheltenham Festival in full flow this week, I thought it was a great opportunity to reminisce about the horses. I still love watching the classic race meetings but when I was younger, I would go mad for Cheltenham and Royal Ascot - all the group one races for the jumps and flat seasons.
I used to watch all the previews and the pundits; if I was working and couldn’t watch live racing I would get home and watch every minute of the recorded coverage; I was in heaven.
I alway remember Norton Coin winning the Gold Cup at 100/1 in 1990 and thinking how could you have picked that horse - but as trainers and jockeys always say ‘the horse doesn't know what price he is at the start or finish of the race’.
My favourite Cheltenham Gold Cup winner to this day is Kauto Star who won it twice and was runner up to Denman; he was such a good jumper, trained by Paul Nicholls, a super horse.
I only had the pleasure of attending Cheltenham once which was in 1995 when jockey, Norman Williamson, claimed a rare Champion Hurdle Gold Cup double on Alderbrook and Master Oats.
Norman was a lucky jockey for me and I backed him on the Gold Cup. I didn’t back him in the Champion Hurdle and he won it by around five lengths. I remember watching the race, you could call the winner three fences out, Norman was motionless on the horse, unbelievable, on cruise control. The crowds were brilliant and everybody was smiling. It was a wonderful day out.
These days I place a few bets but nothing like I did in my prime but I still love watching the classic meetings. I also take particular pleasure in ICG’s work for the Racing Foundation and the Scottish Racing Academy.
So if you are planning a flutter this week - here’s some advice. Play smaller stakes and enjoy the racing. On Tuesday, three big priced winners went in - Black Tears 11/1, Vintage Clouds at 28/1 and Jeff Kidder, 80/1 but as one tipster succinctly put it ‘I could have picked 20 horses in this race and not picked the winner from 22 runners’.
Now that the Euros 2020 are over, I can confess to coming off ’a bit worse for wear’ after watching England’s match against Ukraine and having a few too many beers!
Getting into scrapes seems to have followed me around ever since being young - it first started at home with my two brothers. Here’s a few memorable moments…
My elder brother, Paul bought a parachute from a local army shop. I was only five-years-old when he tied it around my shoulders and told me to take ’a run and jump’ off a block of toilets at the end of our street. The parachute didn’t open and I fell to the ground putting out my hands to break the fall. That was the first time I broke both wrists simultaneously.
I broke them again after falling off the climbing frame in the park.
A few years later while whizzing along on my new Christmas roller skates and being pulled by a rope attached to my brother’s bike, I broke them again. He turned the corner and I headed straight for a row of houses!
But the japes and scrapes didn’t stop even when I left home. During my catering days, there were always lots of high jinks! We had a chef called Robert, who was a really tall guy, and a head chef called Douglas Hatfield and together they were always messing about and trying to get me with one thing or another.
One day I trapped my finger in the heavy fridge doors and was screaming out in pain only for Robert to say ’let me have a look’ and he squeezed my finger again. I nearly hit the ceiling because it hurt so much.
Another time, I was locking up for the night and they dressed a broomstick up in chef’s clothes so that when I opened the door, it fell on top of me and I almost had a heart attack, it scared me to death!
And in typical Laurel and Hardy style, they balanced a bucket of water on a door and I got soaked. Couple of nice guys to work with though - always reliable.
I’m a great believer in working hard and having fun along the way, so enjoy as much as you can!