Goodbye to Paul Spam Moorhouse: The Legend We Never Knew We Needed!

Well, folks, today marks the bittersweet end of an era as we bid adieu to our very own Paul Spam Moorhouse (yes, you read that right—Spam, like the canned meat, but twice as funny)! After two years of shenanigans, laughter, and enough dad jokes to fill a stadium, our beloved Spam is heading off to greener pastures—specifically, driving people to the airport in his trusty minibus.

Let’s rewind a bit. Paul strolled into our lives in those dark days after being made redundant, only planning to help out for a few days. Little did we know that those few days would stretch into two glorious years where “a bit older and wiser” really translated to “an unending supply of hilarious anecdotes and a questionable taste in music” 😂.

When we hired Spam, we imagined bringing on someone who could impart wisdom like Gandalf the Grey. Instead, we got Mystic Spam who can read the room like a toddler on a sugar high! And while we thought we were getting a mature staff member, it turns out we were just lucky to have an extra member of our comedy troupe!

But here’s the kicker—our customers absolutely adore Spam. He’s like the secret sauce of our operation; no one can resist that charming smile and his uncanny ability to defuse chaos with a well-timed pun. It’s safe to say that he’s stolen the hearts of many (and probably a few chocolate bars from the break room).

Spam is off to launch his own airport transfer service, where every ride will come with an extra dose of humor and possibly some of that questionable taste in music we mentioned earlier. So, for anyone in need of a lift to the airport—past, present, or future customers—don’t forget to give him a call. Just make sure your seatbelt is fastened and prepare yourself for a ride filled with laughter!

So, cheers to you, Spam! You’ll be missed more than our morning coffee on a Monday. May your minibus be ever full of passengers and your journeys be filled with laughter (and not too many detours). 🚌✨