Archive for March, 2002

Queen Mum Dies

Saturday, March 30th, 2002

If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!I never did understand what people saw (or heard) in Mariah Carey’s music, so I’m not surprised her last album didn’t sell well. According to the Sydney Morning Herald, though, it appears I’m in the majority this time: ‘The […]

Summer

Friday, March 29th, 2002

The nicest day of the year so far. Official. I woke at nine and the sun was streaming in through the window. Unfortunately not the bedroom window as it’s on the wrong side of the flat, but there’s not much I can do about that.
Anyhow, I got up so I could open the lounge curtains […]

Musical youth

Thursday, March 28th, 2002

A day of radio mischief. Gordon is away. He’s in San Francisco, so we recorded this week’s programme on Monday, the day of the terrible journey. That didn’t get me out of doing the trail in the breakfast show, though, but it was good fun, and I think it went well, so it was a […]

100,000 words to go

Wednesday, March 27th, 2002

It feels like Christmas. Or end of term. Tomorrow is the last day in the office for four days and Mark and I are both finding ourselves in the middle of a page-lull. Well, actually, not so much a page lull as simply a few days when there is less to do than there has […]

A fresh start

Tuesday, March 26th, 2002

Alphabetti Spaghetti isn’t called Alphabetti Spaghetti any more. It’s Spaghetti Letters now. I know, because I bought two cans of the stuff in Tesco this evening after weeks of searching for the stuff. It’s not as good as it used to be either. There is far too much alphabet and far too little tomato sauce.
It’s […]

50,000 Delayed

Monday, March 25th, 2002

Gordon is off to San Francisco at the end of the week, so we had made plans to record Thurdsay’s show at noon today. That meant it coincided rather inconveniently with the deadline for the reviews section for this month’s issue, so I set the alarm early and was at the station in good time […]

A weekend of feeling fat

Sunday, March 24th, 2002

Jess spent the weekend acting like an abductee in an alien spacecraft. She kept her tail down and her eyes wide, and she cried a lot. She spent most of her time under the settee, pressed up as tight into the corner as she could, and hardly touched her food. Poor thing.
I thought she was […]

Jess

Friday, March 22nd, 2002

The day started with a very complicated meeting with Microsoft, filled with acronyms and corporate speak (’we’re empowering smaller businesses to enter the digital decade’ etc). It all fell into place about 57 minutes into our alotted hour when one of the two presenters drew me a diagram on the whiteboard. Clearly he interpreted the […]

Where are you?

Thursday, March 21st, 2002

I’m starting to wonder what I have got myself into, switching my mortgage provider. The surveyor came around this morning to look at the flat, wheezing as he reached the top of the stairs. He then stood there, looked out of the window and turned over a page on his clipboard, pen at the ready.
‘Now,’ […]

De fainal caundaun

Wednesday, March 20th, 2002

The sales team is clearly trying to out-toy editorial. Not only did Eugene appear at my desk with a yoyo this lunchtime and prove he could do that thing where you make a triangle with the string and rock it like a swing, but I went upstairs to find myself in the middle of a […]