I took the bus and tube to work this morning. I had no idea whether my voice was going to give out on me but in the end it was okay.
I woke up sounding like a bird had nested on my vocal chords.
In the event the crows flew away.
I had to talk to our sales team. Johnathan Richards, my boss, asked me questions and I husked my way through it.
I had to keep explaining myself since most of the people present weren’t born when I was in the middle of my first mid-life crisis.
I have decided to have a proper photo shoot so that I have a new set of pics. The ones being taken of me at the moment make me look older than Golder Meir – and she’s been dead 30 years….
Ad Infinitum
Who Nose…
22.36 My throat is sore. My eyes are rheumy. My nose is so stuffed up I sound like a bunged up school boy. I had a great Sunday. Collapsed on Monday. Worse on Tuesday. Nearly buried on Wednesday. The bank account calls so I will be back at LBC tomorrow sounding like a Basso Profondo … Read more
Dorchester Doodlings
1.48.
I tried to put new batteries in my flat phones. By that I mean apartment phones not horizontal ones…..
Got back from the Dorchester and the batteries had leaked acid everywhere. So now I have no phones at all.
Got the step ladder out of the utility room, scuffed my knuckles and tore the skin off my left thumb.
Climbed aloft and riffled through bags and boxes and finally found a bag containing two new phones, where they come from is a mystery.
Please understand; Me and instructions are not happy bed fellows. Normally the ‘oosbind would read the small print and I would take advantage. Tonight though I was on my own….
Rain on my parade…..
I’m toying with putting the boiler on. My feet are freezing even though I am wearing little white knitted sippers. My fingers are frozen, I refuse to resort to mittens and my nose has a cold tip like Jackson used to have.
I’ve eaten two bowls of salad, done my emails, eaten half a tub of blueberry yogurt – the soya kind surprisingly good – sorted out my twitter – made myself a green drink to get the acid out of my body, and talked to Hollywood, Uckfield, Monmouthshire and Hackney.
I have to finish reading Mr. Frisby’s book for tomorrow and then set about sleeping.
I love the NOLANS
Today I faced my own demons only to find that they were nothing but vain imaginings in my head. I LOVE THE NOLANS. they came into the studio and sang a cappella so beautifully the hairs stood up on my arms. I have started to fight back, every time a bully has a go at … Read more
a gum deal
I came into London on the 9.36 train having been to the dentist. 5 Nurofen later my mouth still felt like a wild pony had kicked me in the New Forest. Sounds like an anatomical euphemism. The show was not as hard as I thought it was going to be what with my mouth and … Read more
Talking about My Generation
I am reading the time. 22.25.
Have been home an hour, eaten some home made ratattouille, watched ‘Mock the Week’ and the News.
Compassion for the Lockerbie Libyan and free elections in Afghanistan. Bolt running to become the fastest man alive – how do we know that? – and cricket. Sometimes I weary at the way news is put together. The new crew of decision makers creating our mind set.
Last night I took a young woman to ‘The Ivy’ to celebrate her GCSE’s, she hasn’t got her results yet, but I felt it was my duty to remind her that there was nothing she could do about her performance now and it didn’t matter anyway.
Mondays child was full of grace
CLEA MYERS has written a book called TWEAK THE DREAM. It is a harrowing account of her struggle with addiction.The woman is full of grace. Today she came onto the show and made me cry with her courage and fortitude. Please buy it to support her. We talked about parks being eroded by property developers … Read more
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One pineapple. One avocado. Two crispbreads and butter. One bowl of Special K with milk. One glass of water with two vitimin c tablets – orange flavour. One helluva day. One big 6 foot bed. One night ahead. One more thursday gone. Two you good night.