Promotions
Imagine you've got the number one Jimmy Hill themed website in the whole
of the country, the world even, but you're sad. You're sad that more people
haven't learned about the legend that is Jimmy Hill and his wife (called Sue).
You need to do some promotion my friend. You need some Jimmy Hill stickers.
You need a big event or road trip to go on. You need to document it here.
Read on...
London trip 2002
Welcome
to the JimmyHill.co.uk promotional tour to London 2002! We hit the big city
of Londinium armed with our JimmyHill.co.uk stickers aiming to use them on
some of the most well known landmarks in the country.
Now this is where all of you Jimmy fans out there come in,
all you have to do is find a JimmyHill.co.uk sticker anywhere in the country
and contact us here at Jimmy to claim your prize.
Anyway, its what we've all been waiting for,
our photograph diary.
The Journey
First up, our pre-London bash at C4rge's which included some lovely snail-eating
antics by Roadayo but, after some much needed lubrication we are on our way!
Londinium
We've hit the big city at last, and what a lovely view from our hotel room.
But despite living in the lap of luxury we were still focused on the aim of
our assignment - Promotion of the greatest website in the world!
Londinium from afar. We had our task and were sticking to it, literally
in the case of the now legendary JimmyHill.co.uk stickers.
Sticker Campain
Jimmy took pride of place in this local phone box filled with other such
advertisements.Big 'BP' was next on our hitlist, the queen said she was honoured
to see us and was delighted to be of help in the national campain. She even
promised to consider our calls for a Jimmy Hill bank holiday! Result......and
yes it was hilarious.
Harrods
Now we all know about big Mohammed and his little corner shop in Chelsea
so we paid the Fulham chairman a visit and discussed the merits of a flat
back four as opposed to a continental sweeper system. In the end he agreed
that Jimmy was the superior Fulham chairman due to his influential chin power
and that is where we left it after a special one to one with Harrods security.
John Major Rules, OK?
Last but not least we passed Tony Blair outside
Parliament, yet in our rush to find John Majors office we mistook the balding
prime minister for another member of Harrods security and legged it onto the
first train home.