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This is open to all types of business of every size, from one man/woman bands to the larger companies. </p> <p>Membership of the Corporate Club is free and benefits include bespoke gift vouchers. Through these you can enjoy savings of up to 80% on promotional gifts purchased through SensibleSociety.com.</p> <br /> <p>Azeem, 25, explains the concept behind his business venture,  It s all about enabling people to enjoy unforgettable experiences. Imagine being able to offer your customers an evening at a top restaurant instead of a pen and bag with a logo. You re much more likely to be remembered!</p> <p>  The Corporate Club can cater for all your needs. That could be wining and dining clients or treating your employees to a night out, perhaps as a way of saying thank you for team efforts. Or maybe you want to put on a bash to greet new business partners or suppliers. </p> <p>  Our unique gift vouchers can be redeemed at restaurants, bars, beauty salons and clothing stores, to name but a few. In keeping with our concept of enabling unforgettable experiences, we also provide gift vouchers for sporting and cultural events, all with considerable discounts. One of our business partners, for example, is Bespoke Radio, with whom we can arrange some very unusual hospitality packages. </p> <p> From the viewpoint of business hospitality, these are products and services that will be cherished  and always associated with you. </p> <p> Business is about people, about building and cultivating long term relationships with your customers, your suppliers, your employees. That is what the hospitality sector caters for and Sensible.Society.com has been positioned to enable organisations to do just that in a very distinctive, upmarket way but at affordable prices. </p> <p> When I set up SensibleSociety.com I had a very clear idea about its purpose and that was to offer quality and not quantity.</p> <p> There are lots of big firms out there who offer similar gift voucher services but they tend to be mass market, off the shelf, rather impersonal. I wanted to provide something more bespoke, crafted.</p> <p> Magic moments - that s what the Corporate Club is all about. </p> <p>Azeem s decision to establish SensibleSociety.com in the North-East of England is clearly an extremely sensible idea. The region is famed for its nightlife, noted for its hospitality venues and enjoys an abundance of cultural, arts and sporting links. This all makes the Corporate Club s gift voucher scheme quite literally unique.</p> <p> We take the pressure off our clients shoulders when it comes to organising smaller scale, intimate hospitality and team building events, Azeem explains.  Instead of having the hassle of arranging something from scratch - on a very tight budget - you can come to us and benefit from a Corporate class deal  but with the same budget. </p> <p> My approach is very hands on and I love working with business partners in putting together great deals for my clients. The key is that they are high value gifts but at affordable prices, customised to meet the needs of Corporate Club members. </p> <p> They are not mass market products but limited edition premier services. </p> <p>What to know more? Contact us now and look out for a forthcoming mail-shot from SensibleSociety.com, going out to around 1,000 businesses across the North-East! </p> <p>On Oct 6 2011 SensibleSociety.com showcased its Corporate Club services at ipnconnect s Business-to-Business Networking Exhibition, held in Newcastle-upon-Tyne.</p> <p>A prestigious business support group, ipnconnect is headed by Paul Lawton, 51. He has witnessed SensibleSociety.com s birth and first months of life and now the launch of the Corporate Club. And he is impressed.</p> <p> Azeem is genuine, very committed to delivering a personal service which I believe will make SensibleSociety.com stand out from the crowd. Joining the Corporate Club really is the sensible thing to do! </p> </p> <p><img src="rich2.jpg" alt="MARKETING TIPS: Geoff Ramm. " width="400" height="480" style="margin:5px; " /></p> <p align="center">&nbsp;</p> <p><a href="#top">Back to the top</a></p> <p align="center"><a name="newcastle" id="newcastle"></a> </strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><big>New York Police Department Comes To Darlington!</big></strong></p> <p align="center"> Cophire for the those Special Occasions!' Published in the Sunday Sun, Northern Echo, the Darlington and Stockton Times.</p> <br /> <p > Marc Waggitt of Darlington is the proud owner of a New York Police Department patrol car. </p> <p><img src="IMAGES/cophire.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="400" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />And it is proving quite a hit with the people of the North-East.</p> <p>Marc, 37, hires the vehicle out for special occasions. These include parties, birthdays and weddings (making sure the groom turns up at the church) and Marc has teamed up with wedding boutiques and caterers  of New York cup cakes of course  as well as photographers. The aim of this is to provide a one-stop service for couples about to get married.</p> <p>The car is also used in film and TV productions and Marc is in the process of getting the relevant licenses so he can hire the automobile out for school leaving celebrations. </p> <p>Ironically, Marc is an ex-policeman, having served with the Greater Manchester Force before becoming a schools community sports instructor. His career however was cut tragically short by an accident that badly injured his leg, which meant he couldn t drive anything other than an automatic vehicle. As it turns out, US cop cars are just that. </p> <p>Marc explains,  I saw the automobile whilst attending an event in Cheshire 15 months ago. I immediately saw the car s business potential and so bought it. </p> <p>Marc has been using the NYPD patrol car to get people to the church on time now for over a year and is delighted at the reception it has had from the good citizens of Darlington.</p> <p> At first, most people don t believe it s a real American police car. When they realise it is they are amazed and usually want their picture taken with it. I can wear my NYPD uniform, it came with the vehicle, and am often asked to pose like  well like a US cop. </p> <p> On occasions I ve even been stopped by British police and have been sitting there, thinking  Uh oh, what I have I done? But they just want to look at the car. </p> <p>And there s some cool stuff to admire too, with all the fixtures and trimmings you ve seen in hit US cop shows like Hill Street Blues. There s the impressive array of siren lights, a prisoner partition, a shotgun rack, onboard VCR and camera. ”</p> <p>The American theme is turning into something of a trend in Marc s life in fact. On August 28 he is getting married to his fiancé, Sarah. Marc s best-man is coming all the way from the USA to drive the groom to the church in the NYPD patrol car!</p> <p><img src="IMAGES/cophire1.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="300" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />The best-man in question is music producer and song writer Mikal Blue. It just so happens that the 44-year-old, a Bishop Auckland lad who made good in Hollywood, works with The Eagles. Other stars he has managed include James Blunt and US rock bands My Chemical Romance and Paramore.</p> <p> Sarah and I are hoping to dance at our wedding to one of Mikal s songs, says Marc.</p> <p>A common reaction from other motorists as Marc cruises the streets of Darlington are amazed stares and jaws dropping open when they see the NYPD patrol car. ”</p> <p>The jaws really hit the floor when they see Sid the prisoner, complete with striped jailbird uniform, sitting in the back of the cop car.</p> <p> Ah yes, Marc says,  Sid the prisoner. He s a plastic dummy and came with the vehicle. Sid is very popular. The kids ask to have their picture taken with him, the ladies want to mother him and the men, well the men just roll their eyes and shake their heads at all the attention Sid gets.</p> <p> I don t think he minds much. Well, he hasn t said anything. </p> <p> American tourists do a double take when they see the patrol car. An old lady from somewhere in the Mid-west of the USA came up to me and said,  Howdy sheriff, you re a long way from home!  </p> <p>Marc has researched the car s past and discovered that it served in NYPD s Traffic Control Division. She s in good shape, hardly a dent, so Marc doesn t think the automobile was involved in any Hills Street Blues type chases. </p> <p> She wouldn t have any difficulties catching speeding bad guys however, patrolman Waggitt says, removing his shades. He even sounds American as he adds,  That s because this law enforcement ve-hi-cl-e has a 4.6 v8 Super Charged Engine. </p> <p>Marc s fiancée, Sarah, also gets in on the act by driving the patrol car to functions. But she draws the line at hugging Sid the prisoner for any pictures. </p> <p> Spare parts are quite easy to get as the car is a Ford, Marc explains.  Looking after it, in terms of maintenance and cleaning and so on is hard work. However, I m helped out by my sons Adam, who is 11, and Xander, he s five and my 14-year-old daughter, Beth. They love polishing the car.</p> <p>  Interest in American automobiles is growing all the time, here in the UK. You wouldn t believe the number of associations and clubs there are in the North-East alone. I take the car to various specialist motoring events and people queue to see her.</p> <p> The first time I drove the vehicle, it was through Barnard Castle, it was like trying to ride an elephant! She s a big beast with a big engine! </p> <p><img src="IMAGES/cophire2.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />Marc actually worked in the United States for several months in the late 1990s, as an outdoor pursuit instructor. </p> <p>His travels took him to the Blue Ridge Mountains of West Virginia and then to Las Vegas. He also visited New York where he saw plenty of NYPD patrol cars in action. </p> <p>Little did he know that one day he would be the proud owner of one!</p> <p>And now he s brought a little bit of the US of A to the North-East of England!</p> <p><a href="#top">Back to the top</a></p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <!--<p><strong><img src="SHIELDS%20GAZETTE.jpg" width="519" height="120" /></strong></p>--> <p align="left"><strong><a name="walridge" id="walridge"></a></strong></p> <p align="left"><strong>Brekaer Story </strong></p> <p><img src="UU249498 11 01 11/Breaker.jpg" alt="The Tyne Bridge, seen from near the Guildhall in Newcastle." width="300" height="225" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />What adventures did the Brekaer have, I wondered, before it came to be a wreck on the Tyne? </p> <p>I was standing on the quayside near Lemington, leaning on the rail and looking down at the hulk of an old boat that lies on the river s mud banks. </p> <p>Hints of the wreck s colourful past can be glimpsed in the patches of bright red paint on her bow and the name that still stands proudly out on the prow of the old boat: Brekaer. </p> <p>This was a good place for a cuppa I gazed thoughtfully across the steely waters of the Tyne. The shrieking of gulls and waders only seemed to accentuate the Brekaer s rather forlorn situation. The water lapped gently against her old hulk. I wondered what tales she could tell of a working life on the Tyne decades ago. </p> <p>It would be quite a story too, I thought, looking back the way I d come, from the Tyne Bridge some five miles to the East. </p> <p>Boats had worked the river for millennia and more; small fishers and ferries; keel boats and great ships, sail then steam. </p> <p>It wasn t until the middle of the 19th Century however that the Tyne became a great industrial river. Until then it was narrow and shallow and notoriously difficult to navigate. At Elswick, the Tyne even had an island called King s Meadow. It was a popular venue for horse racing and athletics events and even had its own pub, the Countess of Coventry. </p> <p>Benwell, Elswick and Scotswood were small villages surrounded by fields. The heaviest traffic would have been farmers taking their produce to market on horse drawn carts. And then the Industrial Revolution and one of the North-East s most famous sons, Lord William Armstrong of Cragside, arrived on the scene. </p> <p><img src="UU249498 11 01 11/Breaker1.jpg" alt="The wreck of the Brekaer, near Newburn. The boat has lain here for unaccountable years." width="300" height="225" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />Up until the 1860s nothing bigger than a keel boat could pass under the Old Tyne Bridge. This did not impress Lord Armstrong who needed a wide waterway to enable shipping to get to and from his Elswick works. Armstrong in fact became a driving force behind the redevelopment of the Tyne. He built the Swing Bridge, which was opened in 1876 and his Elswick and Scotswood Works employed, at its zenith at the start of the 20th Century, some 20,000 people. Armstrong first opened a small factory here in 1847, one which specialised in the manufacturing of hydraulic machinery. </p> <p>The villages on the western outskirts of Newcastle became crowded Victorian towns of terraced housing. The explosion of industry however brought its own fresh problems  only the result wasn t so fresh. </p> <p>Up until the 1960s, 700 gallons of raw sewage was pumped into the Tyne every second from 200 outlets along the river. </p> <p>What a stinker, I thought, screwing the top back onto the flask and taking to the trail once again. And so I left the Brekaer behind, with the water lapping gently against her hull and the gulls shrieking overhead. </p> <p>It had been quite a while since I was last at this part of the riverside near Newburn and was impressed by the way it has been developed. Trekking down to the Tyne, I was amazed to see acres of meadows and there were horses everywhere. </p> <p>This really was a beautiful place, the sunlight glinting on what seemed like miles of icy grasslands where horses cantered proudly under a winter sun. The drumming of their hooves resounded across the white, frosty earth and when a stallion reared up, mane flowing, I was awestruck. </p> <p>Suddenly the horses began moving towards a van that had pulled up. A man started offloading bales of hay. It was dinner time.</p> <p>A dozen horses broke into a trot. The sound of their hooves boomed. The steeds gathered round the man, flanks steaming, manes flowing. The horseman spoke to them as if they were his children, stroking their sides and patting backs.”</p> <p>When he came back, boots striking a crisp stride on the frozen grass, I asked him about the horses and pushing the hat back on his head.  Oh they ve have been here for years. </p> <p>This chap was also able to give me directions to the Newburn walk and cycle trail which wasn t well signposted. I strode along it, past the old red brick kiln that is something of a local landmark.</p> <p>My pint today was enjoyed at the Keel Row pub, which is just off the Tyne Riverside Country Park. It is something of a landmark in its own right, being situated in the grounds of the North-East s oldest Micro Brewery, The Big Lamp. </p> <p> The second half of the day saw me trekking up a bridleway, over Rye Hill, to Throckley. Echoes of the area s rural past linger here, in fields, meadows and woodland. The track took me past a farm and there was the smell of wood smoke and the sound of horses neighing and trotting across paddocks. The last stretch of my day s route took me to the end of the bridleway then down the road towards Lemington. </p> <p><img src="UU249498 11 01 11/Breaker2.jpg" alt="The Newburn Kiln, for which the town is well known." width="300" height="225" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />En-route I explored a little of Wallbottle Dene. Suddenly, I was following a path through thick, ancient forestation. A steep ravine lay on my right and I could hear, faintly, the sound of a burn, swollen by melted snow. Apart from this, the dene was very still. </p> <p>I stopped, to enjoy the quiet, the woodland calm. Wood pigeons swept like shadows through towering trees. All around me lay boughs so old they were covered with moss and lichen. Massive roots entwined hither and thither. I watched a red breasted robin darting along a branch and sunlight playing on the grass, making the trees glow. It was a few special moments to enjoy. </p> <p>I would love to have explored more of the dene but daylight was now fast fading so I headed back down to the Hadrian Way and through Percy Pit, which was a colliery between the 1820s and middle of the last century. Now it is mostly grassland, covering the area between Newburn and Lemington, with the Hadrian s Way running through the southern tip. </p> <p>This took me to Lemington and the end of my day s journey.</p> <p>Finding a park bench, I stretched out my legs and munched a biscuit and watched the sun setting over the Tyne. I was still thinking about the Brekaer, lying on the mud banks, and about what tales she could tell of life on the Tyne during its glory days.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <!--<p><strong>Beamish Wood Story </strong></p> <p><img src="UU249498%2011%2002%202010/058_58.JPG" alt="A wintry Tyne Valley around Crawcrook." width="300" height="225" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />I was wading through knee high snow and loving it. The public footpath, not that I could see much of it, took me through Walter's Wood and into Urpeth. </p> <p>From here the morning's route led up to the High Urpeth road then into a forested valley. And I was trekking into a blizzard. Face well muffled by a scarf, my ample clothing included a hat, gloves and two jumpers worn under a thick, warm coat. </p> <p>Waterproofs and change of clothes were packed away in the rucksack, along with a high visibility jacket and torch. My mobile was fully charged just in case - and my flask of strong, sweet coffee enjoyed pride of place, along with the Digestive Biscuits, of course. </p> <p>The track wound down into a winter wonderland where a snowy forest covered the hillside overlooking an icy River Team. There was a feast of colours to enjoy; the snow blanketed valley, bare black trees and ever greens, holly draped with snow and red breasted robins, hopping from branch to branch. </p> <p>The track headed south, up the valley where I soon found myself scrambling over branches and thick roots. </p> <p>The steep climb was hard work and it wasn't long before I stopped for a breather, pulling the scarf away from my mouth and peeling off the gloves. Time for a cuppa and a biscuit. Dunking a Digestive into my coffee, I looked out over the silent, snow covered valley. </p> <p>My gaze also followed, with interest, the various footprints that could be seen. Some were human but many belonged to birds, foxes and other animals, maybe deer I thought. </p> <p><img src="UU249498%2011%2002%202010/033_33.JPG" alt="A wintry Tyne Valley around Crawcrook." width="300" height="225" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />I pushed on, climbing over a stile and then following a track past Urpeth North Farm and onto the road. </p> <p>This took me down a hill treading carefully because of the ice - and across a bridge to Urpeth Forge. Trooping down the bank, it occurred to me that whilst today the landscape around Beamish is of peaceful woodland and fields, during the Industrial Revolution it glowed with iron forges and was scattered with pits. There was also a flint mill and nearby Urpeth was noted for its papermaking. </p> <p>From Urpeth Forge, a path took me across a vista of fresh, untouched snow, past a farm and into a forest. After a short while the track forks. I took the left hand one, across a footbridge and further steep climbing followed, into sunlight reddened trees. </p> <p>After a while I stopped, removed one of my jumpers and tucked it away in the rucksack and was also able to dispense with the gloves and hat. It was turning into quite a warm morning, with banks of snow glimmering in the sun, undergrowth covered with red berries that were as bright as flames. I climbed over fallen trees, thick brown bracken cracking underfoot, the crisp cold air freshened by the smell of holly. With the snow hanging from branches like great white beards, the trees looked like ancient giants. </p> <p>At the top of the valley another footpath led west, past a small-holding where horses munched hay. The track follows the top of the ravine from where the sound of the River Team could be heard faintly, far below. Through the trees could be glimpsed hills, so bright with snow that it hurt the eyes to look directly at them. </p> <p>This stretch of the walk was easier going and very pleasant and I met several other people out for a stroll. The dogs clearly loved the snow, rolling around in it and getting told off for shaking their coats and spraying it all over anyone who happened to be within range. </p> <p>After lunch at the Shepherd and Shepherdess pub in Beamish Village I headed along the main street and onto the coast-to-coast cycle route, also popular with walkers, and followed it west. </p> <p>I hadn't gone very far before being met by a startling sight; a group of cows on the trackside. They made no attempt to move on my baffled approach. </p> <p><img src="UU249498%2011%2002%202010/032_32.JPG" alt="A wintry Tyne Valley around Crawcrook." width="300" height="225" style="float:right; margin:5px; " />And then I gave myself a mental slap on the head: Duh, they weren't cows at all but steel sculptures. This sort of innovative public artwork can be found all along the route. </p> <p>Shortly afterwards I was met by more wildlife but this time it was real; two young deer, crossing the track. </p> <p>I stopped, hardly daring to breath. The beautiful animals paused, sniffing the air. Their coats were glossy and sleek, powdered with snow. The animals' eyes shone in the afternoon light. </p> <p>And then the deer were gone, in an instant, a graceful blur of movement. </p> <p>I have walked this route several times but today it was an entirely new landscape, and beautiful, with miles of shining, snowy hills lying before me. There was a blizzard on the way however. It had already obscured Pontop Pike. </p> <p>I strode along, enjoying the sights and sounds. Snow occasionally fell from branches but other than that the winter landscape was still and wondrous, with icicles glimmering and frosty ponds pattered by birds' footprints. </p> <p>My eight mile walk ended at Stanley and the legs were definitely a bit on the sore side as I made the final climb into the town. </p> <p>It had been worth it however because the day had been magical, a journey through forests and across valleys, with steel cows and real deer. </p>--> <p>&nbsp;</p> <!-- <p align="center"><strong>EXAMPLES OF CHRIS' CLIENTS<a name="Example" id="Example"></a> </strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><em>Journalism </em></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong>&#8220;Weekend Walks&#8221;, South Shields Gazette (2007/08) Sample Stories </strong></p> <p align="center"><strong>&#8220;Our Memories&#8221;, Best of British Magazine (2008) &#8211; Story </strong></p> <p align="center"><strong>&#8220;Age Concern&#8221;, North Tyneside (2007/08) </strong></p> <p align="center"><strong>&#8220;Death Portal&#8221;, an online novel (2008) </strong></p> <p align="center"><strong> Craig Jose, British and European Kick Boxing Champion <br /> &nbsp; <br /> Action for Debt <br /> &nbsp; <br /> Quantum Warrior <br /> &nbsp; <br /> Seena Health <br /> &nbsp; <br /> Grange Lea Rest Home </strong></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="left"><strong><em>Media </em></strong></p> <ul> <li>Jane Park Life Coach </li> <li>Kall Kwik Newcastle </li> <li>Magnum PA </li> <li>Smartspeed Consulting Limited </li> <li>Taylored Assessments Limited </li> <li>Nikki Rogerson Photography </li> <li>Best Of Newcastle </li> <li> Sales Growth Strategies <li> ONIT Solutions <li>Querido &amp; Davidson</li> <li>Net-Defence Ltd </li> <li> Krafty Kidz </li> <li>Leanne Cook Accounting.</li> <li> Cog Commerce <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>&nbsp;</p> </li> </ul>--> <p><a href="#top">Back to the top</a> </p> <p align="center"><strong> </strong></p> </div> </div> <div id="footer"> <a href="http://www.switchingon.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"> </a><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false" href="http://www.switchingon.com/"><img style="border:0px;" src="http://www.switchingon.com/unicomemail/Advert.png" alt="Please click for further information" /></a> </div> </div> <script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> <script type="text/javascript"> _uacct = "UA-4831716-47"; urchinTracker(); </script> </body> </html>