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For the next week, I’ll be cat sitting again, which means I’m living at mum’s while she’s on holiday. I’ve been tasked with clearing some of my rubbish out of the garage (understandable, as it’s eight years since I moved out), and so today has been spent going through old papers.
I’ve found some very interesting stuff - and some stuff that is so awful it really ought to be shredded right away. One of the more intriguing things, though, was Base 5 Weekly - my first published work. It was the newspaper we made at junior school in the second year, when I would have been eight, and contrary to what the title suggests it only ran to one issue.
I was the editor of the pets news page - page two.
I remember it was put together using the biggest typewriter I had seen in my life, plus scissors, glue and a photocopier. Full-size copies of all four pages of the magazine, including the exciting news of what happened when Keith Chegwin visited our school, can be found here: page 1 / page 2 / page 3 / page 4.
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OK, so maybe installing Linux on a Mac wasn’t entirely wise. Now it’s just staring at me forlornly (and more than a little dumbly), asking me what I’ve done.
The trouble is, I’m not sure.
It’s all worked just fine. It boots, and I can get into the console to log on, but the whole graphical front end - which really is the point of a Mac - just doesn’t want to play.
Some thinking is in order, I think.
In the meantime, I am totally converted to this whole Jamie Oliver healthy-eating idea. I bought a huge box of cereal for the office yesterday morning, and have been snacking on nuts and fruit all day for the last two days, rather than the usual chocolate and biscuits, and already I feel full of beans, and not at all sleepy. I think it must have paid off in the gym last night, too. I did my best time yet for a kilometre on the rowing machine, and the cross trainer didn’t feel nearly so fierce as it usually does.
I’m not even craving so much coffee as I did. In just two days.
Whether it can carry on through the weekend, when I won’t be sitting at a desk covered in the contents of a jungle-sized fruit salad remains to be seen.
