News in Briefs. One simple typo that could do wonders for Sky’s viewing figures.

Well, my weekend of clearing tedius but necessary jobs seems to have followed through into the start of the week. I did the gym and read almost the whole of the large and less manageable section of The Guardian on the way in to work, then sat down to the March invoices. They took until twenty minutes to lunch, largely on account of the fact that my inbox also contained a healthy selection of April slips, too, so I’m half a month ahead of myself already.

In the continued absence of a reply to any of my emails or phone calls to new (book) publisher Jeremy, I wrote him an old fashioned letter outlining the things I wanted to talk to him about and suggesting he might like to call.

I’m starting to wonder if he really exists. The only email he has ever sent me - the one in which he introduced himself - was sent from Joyce’s email account. I’ve tried mailing back but had no response, and every time I’ve called I’ve reached some kind of centralised answerphone, or been told he was out of the office.

It’s all very strange.

The February trip looks a lot more feasible after something very obvious came to me on the train home.

I was thinking about how I would have to be careful what I packed if I was going to be catching a train all the way from London and then realised that the only reason this wasn’t a problem going around France by train was that it was the middle of summer and I was heading south, so I didn’t need heavy clothing.

The arctic circle, on the other hand, is north. And it’s winter.

And that means heavy jumpers and thick coats.

Then I thought about the car. It’s not very happy about the cold, so it would need a good service before I went to make sure it didn’t go strike and leave me stranded in a snowy waste, but it would mean I could take a whole boot-full of clothes, as well as a laptop for downloading the pictures from the camera. It would also mean I could be a bit more flexible about my accommodation because I wouldn’t have to be in the centre of town to make sure I was near a railway station.

I’m not sure what it would be like driving up there, but the web cams I’ve been looking at seem to show lots of very ordinary cars, so it can’t be any worse than a snowy winter here. It also gives me the option of a ferry crossing, rather than the train, which would cut off a big corner of the route.

Telnetted onto the nik.co.uk server to look at the mail backlog. I never download anything coming into that domain, but people have a tendency to either mail it thinking it is a domain registration service and as if I can change their domains for them, or use it as an address to subscribe to mailing lists. Today it contained 140 pieces of porn.

This entry was posted on Monday, January 21st, 2002 at 1:45 pm and is filed under Journal. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.