I’ve always been hopeless at maths. I don’t know why – I think it is because my brain is wired that way. Maths just doesn’t make sense to me. When I passed my O level (yes, I really did), my teacher came to find me and tell me what a surprise this was to her (me too) and how it was not my hard work but a fluke. Rude but accurate I’m afraid.
However, even the most incompetent sometimes have to rise to the challenge, and mine came in September, when I ran an event in Durham Cathedral. What with speakers coming from the south coast, advertising, caterers and sound systems, there was quite a bit of money to find. And the punters were charged a pittance for attending. The organising agency is a charity which runs on a near zero account, so almost no float, and no cushion of its own if it all went horribly wrong.
Of course it didn’t go wrong – quite the reverse; it was very good. However, even at £15 clergy and others complained about the charge. I know my maths is bad, but even I can see that if there are out-goings, there need to be in-comings. Three walked out (after coffee and biscuits) saying that this should be put on for free. Bizarre!
You will be glad to know that we have covered our costs. Even I can manage that much maths. But there are obviously some whose maths is worse that mine, and haven’t figured out that if you put nothing in, nothing comes out.
Recent Comments