“I was doing a ladies 35th birthday garden party up near Manchester. The grounds of this big house were immaculate, they had a couple of big gazebos and I was meeting and greeting everyone with bubbly as they came in. The hostess was very friendly and charming with everyone, but she had a wicked twinkle in her eye when she laughed – I should have paid more attention to this. The party really started to get going after her friends surprised her with a Fireman stripper. But strippers are always very quick – they like to rev the ladies right up and then just leave and he was done in about 15 minutes so he had left and all the ladies were in really high spirits looking for the next laugh. The hostess came over for a chat and thanked me for looking after everyone so well. She asked if I had time to “Just open a couple more bottles of bubbly”? before my time was up I said “Sure, no problem.” and turned round to pick one up off the table – as soon as I turned away I heard this snip and felt my apron drop to th ground and there I suddenly was in full glory as a new potential fireman!
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“It was my first butler party so the company put me with another very experienced butler on a big manor house do – where a business lady was entertaining her friends. We had been asked to take care of the meeting and greeting as guests came out into the marquee out back by offering them strawberry champagne, then afterwards just to go round offering drinks and canapés and chatting to everyone. I was really enjoying chatting to everyone, they were all so friendly. One lady asked me to pose for photos with her whilst her friend took the pictures, then they swapped over. Matt the other butler had told me that they always like to take loads of photos of you so it came as no surprise. First the photos were in the marquee, then out in the garden, by the fountain, then in the downstairs entrance. These two were draping themselves over me with great enthusiasm – I assumed for the benefit of showing their friends later. I think it only dawned on me that they had another agenda when the one who was holding the camera said “How do you feel about some interesting photos upstairs?” “Umm, I’m afraid I mustn’t neglect the other guests “ I said as I headed swiftly back out into the garden.
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“I was serving canapés at a very mixed age hen party. There were ladies from 18 to 40ish there. As I was new to being a butler I was kind of expecting a bit of cheeky trouble from the younger ones. I felt sure all the older ladies would be very well behaved. The hens aunts were wanting me to pose with each of them for a photo and were busy making a space for me on the sofa. So I put the canapés on the side table and I sat down in the gap. To my surprise I found I was sitting on a hand, which then gave me a little squeeze. The hen was passing by with her camera at this point so rather than embarrass her aunt by drawing attention to what aunty had done (either inadvertently or otherwise) I put my arm round her aunt and leaned in with a big cheeky smile whilst she took a snap of us together on the sofa. When the photos appear on Facebook, I wonder if the aunt will ever let on about what we found so amusing?
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“I was meeting and greeting guests at a fairly mixed age hen party. Giving the ladies all a glass of bucks fizz as they came in. The majority of the 30 or so guests had arrived and there were just a few ladies standing out in the reception area having a chat with me near my table. As I popped open another bottle of champagne the cork flew up, hit the ceiling and dropped back down landing in front of this group of ladies. I apologised for the near miss and bent down to pick it up. I suddenly felt a cool hand give my buttock a cheeky squeeze as the voice of the bride to be’s mother said “Wow they make them better now than in my day!” “Perhaps madam you’d like to work as a quality tester for our company ?” I asked.
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“The party was well underway, I’d been mixing and pouring cocktails for over an hour. The hostess wanted to play a game or two with her guests and asked me if I would help? “Certainly – what do you want me to do?” I said.”” We are going to play chocolate Pictionary – all you have to do is be the canvas. Ok I said, not really understanding Pictionary. The hens obviously did. They quickly got into two teams - one team were to draw on my chest, the other on my back, each team picked a card and one artist from each team started drawing their image in chocolate body paint on my torso- it was a bit ticklish! The sand timer ran out just as the chest team guessed their image – they seemed to have won the game. “Oh no girls ! The really wild card” said the hostess “Is that the team who lick all of the chocolate off him the quickest are the true winners!
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