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I’m very set in my ways when it comes to early morning radio. The alarm is set to Radio 2, primarily because Terry Wogan and his clan of cronies is so irritating he forces me out of bed to switch him off. From then until I leave the house it’s LBC News (before that it was News Direct) and then in the car it’s usually Radio 4 for the features.

Before Terry Wogan, though, it’s Sarah Kennedy who I admit to having a secret liking for. Very down to earth. Very no-nonsense. Very chatty. But she does a love-to-hate feature of the worst songs in pop history, and every morning I seem to be just coming to as we roll into precisely that spot, which invariably wedges the song in my head for the rest of the day. This morning it was ‘Walk Like a Man’ which even now, sixteen hours later, is speeding around and around my head.

I’ve spent the whole day humming it, singing it or whistling it at my desk, on the stairs and in the lift. No matter what I do, no matter what I listen to, I can’t get rid of it. It’s wedged more firmly than any song has for a long long time.

I spent the whole afternoon whistling it through my teeth in the photo studio as I took dozens of photos and Kathryn acted as my hand model. Left Desktop/LX downloading as I was away from my PC and burnt it to CD before leaving the office, but I’m having no end of trouble evicting Windows 2000 from my fastest PC so I can replace it with Linux. I’ve decided that it’s stupid running Red Hat on my slowest system as Linux is now my main operating system - I may as well swap it onto the fastest and downgrade Windows.

In the end, the only way I could figure out how to get rid of Win2K fully was to go half way through the Windows installation CD and delete the existing partitions. Seems there was a problem with my Linux disc, though, so I’m back to Win2K and Red Hat again.

Hmmm…

Pubbed with the team after six to celebrate the close of the issue, but broke off at eight for the long trudge home. Much as I hate the Central Line, you only realise how much you rely on it when it’s not running. Still, I’m getting to know the central London bus routes pretty well now.

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