Thursday, 29 March 2012

David Cameron Speaks

Courtesy of my son Jasper, I am pleased to be able to present the debut of a poster which the Government will shortly be issuing... 

Monday, 26 March 2012

Back In The Saddle Again

I am pleased to announce that my son Jasper has kindly agreed to join me in re-vitalising the fridge magnet empire of Wm Blunt & Sons.

When I deigned to return to the old firm, I was hardly prepared for what faced me.  The shop was looking tired, the stock old and faded.  The once-proud history of fridge magnet manufacture that bore the name Blunt had sunk into a dusty backwater.

Well, not for nothing did I spend all those hours last year watching Mary Portas as she re-invigorated old companies and shops.  

And I've called on Jasper to bring Wm Blunt and Sons firmly into the twentieth century - at last people all over the world can examine our wares on the internet.  I cannot tell you how proud I am of this achievement, or of Jasper, who is also turning his design skills to preparing a whole new line in fridge magnet excellence.

Meanwhile, I continue to delve into the family archives, and am constantly amazed by the famous Blunts I am encountering, who can only be an inspiration as I seek to once again put Wm Blunt & Sons on the map.

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Equally Blunt

A moment of idle Googling brought me to this fine site.  

I am always happy to promote a fellow Blunt - we are not, to my knowledge, related, but I do admire this gentleman's doodles.

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Ice Cold In Birkenhead

It seems appropriate to use my blog to announce to the world that I am hanging up my quill and returning to work in the family business.

There will be those, I am sure, who think this is a cowardly act.  It was over fifty years ago, after all, when I turned my back on the old family firm of William Blunt & Sons to embark on a career in newsprint.  It seems like only yesterday.

Since then, there isn't a newspaper in Stockport that I've not written for - and I've been proud of my contribution to local British journalism. There comes a time, however, when even the most seasoned hack must call it a day.  Reluctantly, that day has come.  My life's canvas has been the tabloid: the smell of printer's ink has followed me from bar to bar in Fleet Street and beyond.  Now, my canvas has shrunk to just 7cm x 4.5cm, as I contemplate a dotage devoted to fridge magnets.  

It's a brave man who accuses Bill Blunt of surrender. As I begin the next chapter of my life, I do so proudly, picking up the mantle of my ancestor, William Gladstone Blunt, who had the foresight to found a firm that is still going strong a century and a half later.

I will not, however, entirely desert this blog, or its loyal readers.  I plan to update you on my new life, and I doubt I will be able to resist the urge to comment on world affairs - particularly where they affect Stockport.

So, it's 'au revoir' rather than 'goodbye'.