Scene – a suburban home in Berkshire. The early hours of the morning. The dawn chorus is warming up…
Cut to the bedroom (behave!). The Singing Accountant is restless, mid-dream.
“Me, again?
“An award nomination? Oh no I couldn’t possibly accept.
“I don’t like the spotlight. Leave that to my lovely clients. Oh maybe just a little bit then.
“Hmmm? What’s that? The Academy insists?
“Oh, not the Academy…the Accounting Excellence Awards.”
(Louise wakes up from fever dream)
So it appears that I may indeed have been overlooked by the Academy.
However, I have once again been singled out by my version of those fine folk, yes, the glitz and glamour of the accounting world awaits.
Regular readers may recall a similar storyline last year when I was reluctantly encouraged to toot my own horn.
This is far from my favoured scenario or instrument. I prefer the clarinet or even, as a classically trained opera singer, my own pipes!
However, the good folk at the Accounting Excellence Awards dropped me a line this morning to tell me that I’m one of the finalists in their glitzy annual event thingy!
To be shortlisted again is no mean feat and once again I’m in with a shot at the Sole Practitioner of the Year Award.
Last year I did vaguely threaten to sing my acceptance speech should I have triumphed.
That may not have been a wise move so for now, I will bow and nod graciously and sit calmly in the wings.
The question, as ever, is what to wear!
I debated the full Valkyrie costume with Wagner as my acceptance music last year.
Maybe this time something a tad more understated?
Any suggestions gladly considered!
Now, maybe I can sneak in a nap and go back to the Oscars dream again. Failing that, I’d take a Tony!
