Come back with me to a point in my time when I still hadn’t gotten my act together…
At age 20, I was unkempt haired, absent minded and addicted to rock n roll in a big way (waitaminute – I’m still unkempt haired, absent minded and into rock n roll in a huge way…). I used to be dating a pole dancer, singing within a grotty group and telling anybody who’d pay attention that I required to get out of the crappy little town and really make something of my life. I guess, in some respects I was a bit like George Bailey of Bedford Falls, (if George Bailey was kind of a dick and made a point of claiming the ‘F’ word in every 2nd sentence…)
In making ends meet, while I waited in frustration for George Carlin to turn up in the time travelling phone box and help me usher in a period of world peace, I worked at several careers. Particularly, one evening a week, I was employed as a Youth Worker.
To my shock, I discovered the job to become really fun, also as very rewarding. Since I was an authority in all things media (and a Uni Certificate to demonstrate it), I began a project that would teach the kids all about film making, music and also the press in general.
Amongst my best students was a rather anxious boy with a hard stare and a ‘brick sh!thouse’ body. When I wasn’t pulling him off numerous youths who may or might not have mouthed off his sister, we got along quite well. After I left the job a few years later, we in fact became firm mates. He has too become particularly close to my cousin (who was also a Youth Worker for a period) and my parents.
With no trace of sarcasm, viewing this tough, conflicted boy grow old to be a decent, hard working man has been both an honour and a privilege. Though, he floundered for ages as he searched for work. It just appeared that there wasn’t anything he was able to apply himself to.
Then, unexpectedly, he found his trade. My friend is a fully certified bouncer, working the door at a variety of pubs, clubs, arenas and bars.
In order to talk quickly without causing too much of a fuss, bouncers like my companion frequently use Icom Radio Earpieces. These units come in several forms, with 2 pin, multi pin, straight pin and high angled forms all catered for. You can even find an earpiece for almost any kind of Icom 2 way radio possible.
There’s no fuss, as the earpieces may be operated simply and prudently and, being reinforced with Kevlar, they are every bit as hard wearing as the 2 way radios they work with.
Icom has been trading in quality 2 way radio equipment since 1954, so that they know what they are doing and how to make customers happy while doing it. Icom Earpieces are solid, dependable and high spec, so it is no wonder that so many within the safety industry decide to wear them.
As for my pal, it looks like he has got himself on track; he’s found a job that he’s good for as well as one that is excellent for him. I may have made my share of mistakes back then, but I was definitely right about a couple of things.