Philps records

My interview with Mike Stamford at Philips Records, lasted about 5 minutes. He gave me a proof of a sleeve that must have given him some grief in the production. He asked me how I would produce the art work. I gave him 3 ways one in the photograph stage, one in the art work stage and one that I wouldn'd have done it anyway as it was crap. In those days I had discarded socks as a waste of space. I had on my best Burtons suit,  a white T shirt a large floral tie Sandy had made for me' suede shoes and no socks. he couldn't take his eyes off my ankles. He said thank you he would be in touch. 'Blown it again', I thought, but much to my surprise and delight, a letter arrived the next day, saying that I had to report to the studio in 3 weeks.
3 WEEKS LATER.
I sat in reception waiting for a call from Mr. Stamford to ask me up to the studio. Eventually I got bored and found my own way. There were 3 large double elephant size desk with high stools. loud music was blaring out from a stereo in the corner. At one desk sat a long legged blond, and at the other a big muscley figure with thick black curly hair and a gap toothed smile.
'Who are you?' he asked. 'The new designer', I said. Mike Stamford had omitted to tell them that he had hired me, and he was on holiday.
'Do you drink?' he said
'I have been known to have one or two', I said.
He looked at his watch. 11.30 'They are open'. So we repaired to the King and Queen on Edgeware Road where we had one or two. I was too pissed to see by 3 pm so I went home to start work the next day.
His name was Robin 'Nick' Nicol, and the blond Linda Glover, eventually his wife. They formed a company named Nicol Glover Ltd. which became Design Machine, with me as it's Creative Director as, Linda, a brilliant designer in her own right retired to the country to do the books and have babies.
By the way Philips bean counters made me redundant after 3 weeks, so I went freelance and made ten times the money out of the company per month than my salary was.
What do they know?