Dress rehearsal
A 9-something liaison at Waterloo for a train out to the burbs for a rehearsal of the awards. We missed it - barely - and took a stopper that went far faster than expected. I scrawled out the end of my speech sat by a window with the roads and roundabouts of south London rattling past, accompanied only by the occasional squeal of the doors as they slid open and closed at the stations.
It covered barely a side and a half of a reporters’ pad page by the time I was done, and I couldn’t help wondering why I’d eventually given up on it last night and drifted off to sleep with the iBook on my lap.
It was OK, though. I was pretty pleased with it and there aren’t so many words that I’ll be forgetting them on the night. I also have some very chirpy music to walk on to. It’s very different to the last bit of music picked out for me by the Midnight Weatherman. Back then I was apparently ‘a mixture of techno and Santana-esque guitar’ - or at least that’s how he explained how he’d come up with a new theme for The Lab. Now I seem to be more of a Jeeves and Wooster character. I shall have to dress appropriately.
Back to my desk mid-afternoon to split champagne with the team, very kindly send in by someone on the outside to make the point it was cheaper than buying ink for an inkjet printer.
Tastier, too.
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Oh, champagne is tastier than printer ink, is it? How do you know that?