Breakfast of champions

Resurrection investor activities were dramatically ramped up earlier today with my first networking breakfast.

Any day that started with the first wake-up alarm that I have needed to set in 2011 shouldn’t have been this much fun. As I swapped the standard Charmed breakfast for the healthier full English option, I settled in to tell a room of complete strangers all about the undead in no longer than forty seconds.

Predictably this event wasn’t the right place to find investors directly, but it did surprise me by being a bloody good laugh instead. I only get three goes around before they’ll make me shell out for membership (and there really ain’t no good business reason to do that), but I’m certainly going back for my next two strikes. Unless someone that took my card earlier has somehow found their way on to this blog, in which case I have yet to make up my mind about joining, and I’ll probably need a couple more goes before I can decide.

So far, so good. But then we hit the mother lode.

As I waltzed back to the office, Jake and I received an invitation. From the office of the Right Honourable Steve Brine MP (con). Jake and I have been cordially invited to Parliament in mid-May to discuss 'attracting investment and the possibility of garnering some publicity into the project'.

Damn! That there’s the fruit from some seriously shameless self-promotion. I guess I shouldn’t look so surprised anymore. If you really want to see truly wanton publicity whoring at play, just type Andy Phelps Resurrection into Google.

Jake is so wasted on movie making. Dazzled.