Happy birthday 
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I love this city, I really do. I've been happier here than I have anywhere else I've lived, and I can't imagine leaving it for a very long time. But some of the people who live here too can fuck right off. Take Friday night. I was walking to meet some friends, and a random man suddenly stepped in front of me, very much in my personal space. "You ( Read more... )

Today has been a day of serious deadline woe, mainly because one of our press contacts didn't send us the pictures he was supposed to since he is famously and utterly useless. And despite me ringing up the pictures department many times, we still went to press nearly two hours late. There's very little that's more frustrating than being hamstrung ( Read more... )

This afternoon I find myself with the attention span of a goldfish with ADD. I'm also bored and tired and desperately keen to find out how you are and what you've been up to.

Below this trite but blessedly short post is the comment box. Why not use it and tell me? You know it makes sense. *g*

The award for Stupidest Person of the Week (so far) goes to the woman I just got off the phone with:

Me: So if you could email me a synopsis, that'd be great.
Her: What's your address?
Me: Jane dot-
Her: Wait, that's G-A-N-E, right?

*Sigh*

Following on from all the food!interest uncovered by PEDW, and lazlet's post in particular, I present one of the most polarising issues of our time.

Poll

I'm genuinely interested to see how many of you are on the side of good taste and decency.

One of the worst things you can possibly hear when you are on your own in your flat and happen to be in the shower is the buzzer going. And the worst person it can turn out to be is someone wanting to deliver a parcel, so you have to abandon Mission: Remove Shampoo From Hair, put clothes on and squelch down to get it. Grrrr ( Read more... )

PEDW is hard! So today, I take the easy option.

In links:

Who doesn't like rubbish lookalikes? Nobody!

I am frighteningly addicted to this game

This is a fiendish test of logic and cunning. Like the farmer-the-dog-and-the-chicken puzzle, you have to get everyone across the river. But the mother can't be with the boy!children unless the father is there ( Read more... )

Apparently, we were meant to have gone to press today instead of tomorrow to make up time for the Easter holiday. But we didn't realise until five o'clock this afternoon. This meant:

1. It was too late to go to press today, meaning
   
2. Press day is tomorrow as normal, and
   
3. A certain amount of panic in some quarters since
   
4. Our next ( Read more... )

The trouble is that I am manifestly not a morning person. All I can really do for the first couple of hours after the alarm goes off is drag myself out of bed (eventually), shower, get dressed, and allow my going-to-work autopilot to take over. Once actually in the office, I can just about manage to turn on my computer, check my emails and make ( Read more... )