Good evening, and welcome to…
I had my first decent night’s sleep in ages last night. I went to bed at a decent time and slept through until something equally delicious this morning. Pure luxury.
Tonight’s a different matter, though, as here I am, five to midnight, writing my speech for tomorrow’s rehearsal of next week’s awards ceremony, tapping it out in words that should be easy to memorise so I can step up on stage without a slip of crumpled paper.
It’s very important to strike the right note, of course - this being my first one for this mag, and I think brevity is the key. Less words to forget. Less mistakes to make. Less chance of anyone’s attention drifting off…
It’s been a busy few days, each one wedged between delayed trains on which they tell you nothing about how long it will take to get you back home. There are new trains on the line now, with little scrolling displays in the carriages on which predictable words like ‘Chelmsford’, ‘next stop’ and ‘terminate’ drift past. ‘This train is delayed because…’ would be far more helpful, but it never appears.
Still, it gives more time for reading proofs. I guess that’s the silver lining.
More photo-taking yesterday. Sat-down poses this time, not that it’ll matter by the time they’re published as I’ll be tightly cropped so the chair will lose its starring role. Somehow, though, it feels far more comfortable to do it standing up.
Like so many other things.
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