I remember the rumour that if you ate enough Love Hearts you’d eventually come across one that said ‘Cheesy Feet’. I’ve never seen one so I don’t actually know if that’s true, but today I came across ‘Web site’. Where’s the romance in that? Consensus in the office was that it probably means there was also ‘Email’ and ‘Instant Message’ out there somewhere, too.

It’s been a busy couple of days. I had planned on being off work tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday. The original idea was to go to Brussels with Barry, but I’m rather snowed under at the moment so I’m staying in the office to read proofs.

Cheered up somewhat with lunch in Masala Zone with Leo and Mark (and had the same as I have had every time I’ve been there). It’s very nice, and very handy, but the portions are not over-large. Delia came alone, and we ended up having a very gossipy time then popped back to the office with cups of tea to continue with what has unfortunately been a rather meeting-intensive day.

The show was good, though, with lots of interesting guests and a nice international flavour, including Microsoft in Cannes, and Gordon in his hotel room in Berlin. He’ll be back next week and we’ll do our third show together since Christmas. It feels like ages since we’ve been on air together.

One of the guests was Martin Lewis, a money-saving expert, and we got on to talking about online bank accounts and credit cards. He came out with a very sensible piece of advice that I’d certainly never thought of, which was that if you’re getting a low-interest credit card to switch an existing balance to you should never use that card for new spending. I didn’t quite understand the reason why, and I’m going to have to go back and listen to it on the archive over the weekend to really get it, but it was something about being locked into paying interest.

A review of the photography exhibition I went to at the V&A on Tuesday appeared in yesterday’s Metro, which pretty much confirmed what I was saying about how good photos are less to do with the art in them and more to do with the backstory, or at least the story and significance you give them.

One of the pictures, a pile of cakes and bowls was described as humorous:

Sian Bonnell’s witty tower of upended jelly moulds … became both a fake cake and a generously chocolate-nippled breat.

No it didn’t. I was, is and always will be a pile of things someone once found in their kitchen. Fair enough, it was a good picture, and it was the one the V&A picked out to go on all the posters advertising the exhibition, but there was far better on show.

I have decided, therefore, to look back through my stock of photos and make up stupid stories and meanings to a select few. Perhaps then I’ll be given space for an exhibition, too.

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