Dear bloggers all,
Firstly let me say thank you to all of you for your greetings.
Secondly I hope you have all returned to some form of normality – whatever that is.
And thirdly, I hope you will have the decency to avert your eyes as I have dis-robed.
THE FIRST ANNOUNCEMENT OF 2008.
As some of you will be aware I have been clawing my way up the greasy pole of radio.
I slept with as many people as was necessary.
I bribed those of influence.
I networked my way round the bars and drinkings holes of the high and mighty.
It all paid off because just before Christmas I had a phone call from Rob the Agent.
‘Are you sitting down?’ he enquired.
I was indeed perched on a chair at the kitchen table due to my still insulted ankle.
‘How do you fancy five days a week starting on January 7th. Every lunchtime 1 through till 4..
I know I yelped because Jackson looked up from his bean bag.
I jumped up the better to sit down again.
‘How do I fancy it?’ Jim put his thumbs up, Jackson barked his appreciation. ‘Is the Pope a Catholic?’ I retorted.
At 5 o’clock the following morning I awoke thinking I was a victim of an elaborate hoax.
Rob the Agent called.
‘Has it sunk in yet? he beamed.
‘Am I the victim of an elaborate hoax?’ I asked.
‘The final details are being discussed today.’ said my very cool negotiator. ‘Have a good Christmas and sort yourself out for January.’
Rob hung up, I hung up. Jim stood up. I sat down. Jackson got up. I stood up. Jim sat down. Jackson sat down. I sat down. Jim stood up. I jumped up knocked over a glass of cranberry jiuce and hobbled to the sink for a sponge.
Jim left for the theatre, the door slamming behind him.
2007 had come to an end with a bang
Jeni Barnett
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The Eve of Christmas
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Winter Wonderland – rewrite
Sleigh bells ring, can you here ’em? In the bath and the bedroom, They sing ding-a-long. A merry old song. Waiting for a winter wonderland. I’m agog at the spending. Just one day, we’ll be spending. Prostate on the couch, A night with the grouch. Sleeping off a winter wonderland. In the forest you can … Read more
A Capital day
I spent all morning in bed making phone-calls on behalf of others.
Then after abluting, transcending, adorning and scent, I climbed into the Jackmobil and headed off to Prospect Pictures.
I haven’t properly been back there since April, but I’d been invited to lunch and hugs by one of my old team.
I was still bloated from yesterdays culinary exertions, and to be honest, just a smidge apprehensive about going back to my old stomping ground.
9 months has passed since the demise of GFL.
It takes 9 months to gestate a baby.
It takes 9 months for a body to decompose – give or take a preservative or two- so I figured it would take 9 months before I could face my dressing room, the corridor, the make-up room, the canteen, the studio, the camera ops, the producers, director, PA and all the other assorted grafters who I had grown to love.
April through December, exactly 9 months, time to face my demons.
I drove into the car park and Brian,the general do-gooder-handy-man, let me have my old parking space.
I parked as badly as ever and entered Capital Studios.
Gulp.
I’m not as thissed as you pink I am
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Saturday Night musings
It’s 9.15 on Saturday night. After too much Saturday night television I’ve removed myself from the sitting room. Tomorrow I’m packing up and going to the flat for a week. Sundays show is all about having a GREEN CHRISTMAS. Lucy Seigle and Ed Baines are on, do join me. ‘m doing a three hour stint … Read more
Christmas is coming
Ok. Ok.
I have been up and down to London.
In and out of pain.
Under the thumb.
Round the houses.
Past my best.
And over the moon.
Green Christmas
Dear All, my ankle hurts, although I know it’s really no excuse for bad verse. But here goes any way: I’m dreaming of a green Christmas. Not like the ones I used to know. Where the tree-tops tumble, and children grumble As they watch the Arctics melting snow. I’m dreaming of a green Christmas. With … Read more