The Week it Was
Written by James on 10th Dec, 2005
Before I begin, the my random choice of title for this random posting has reminded me of something which makes me cringe. If you watch “This Week”, which is after the excellent Question Time on BBC1 on Thursdays, for some reason they start the program with the camera shot upside down and then flip is round with a “whoosh” sound effect. Who in God’s name thought that would be a fun/clever way to start a political discussion programme?! It’s not even a sign of cheapness, they have gone to effort to do this thing which is frankly embarassing.
Sorry, it’s not that big a deal given the current state of the world but it bugs me. In fact this is a sign of things to come…. my week has been emptier than ever. And regular readers will know that that is no small achievement.
This week (as you can read below) has involved a great deal of faffing over offices. I’m not going to repeat all this, other than to conclude my rant from yesterday by saying that the insurance muppets did in the end get me a quote. At 2:45pm. And then they took another hour to fax it over. So I couldn’t do all the paperwork and get the office sorted out, meaning it will drag into next week. Not the end of the world, but I had this whole plan as to how yesterday was going to go, and then it went out the window. Consequently I got nothing done other than some chores around the flat. Plus I got so wound up by waiting for phones to ring that in the end I went out for coffee, cake and a rant with Charlee (who introduced me to a nice little cafe in Ealing). And while I was out the bloody insurance people called to find out why I hadn’t faxed back the confirmation yet…. bloody cheek, they can keep me waiting for three days but I have to jump as soon as they finally get their fingers out. I almost launched into a rant about how as a terribly busy businessman I can’t spend my days sitting waiting for phones to ring. But partly due to the fact that that’s a lie and partly due to my inability to actually be rude to people who deserve it, that came out as “oh yes, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can”. Damn me lack of backbone.
Yesterday evening we went shopping for our flat Christmas dinner which is tonight – a very quiet affair, just the three of us and my flatmates ex-flatmate and his fiance (that should probably be accented but if you think I can be bothered to find the right character then think again, I can’t even be bothered to spellcheck this drivel (and that is definitely spelt wrong (oh crap, now I’ve got a nested bracket situation to get out of))). So we now have an amount of food which can only really be justified if you’ve got Michelle McManus and Rick Waller coming round for some kind of bizarre meeting of oversize former Pop Idol contestants. So it should be fun.
As for the rest of the week…. nothing. Hardly any progress on the programming front as usual, but accompanied by the usual self-loathing brought about by not achieving anything. Although I have started reading a book that I’ve had sitting on the shelf for ages (in fact I’ve started reading it three times before and always lost interest after 50 pages or so), and I’ve finally started watching the Spooks season 1 DVDs I’ve had for 18 months without opening. Very good indeed, and not especially predictable since they don’t object to killing off people fairly liberally.
This week’s award for oversized sense of one’s self-importance goes to Marks & Spencer money, who in my credit card application letter thingy (yes, I’m that middle class, middle age, middle England that I’m getting an M&S card!) say “It’s the only card to be seen with”… “you are now just one step away from receiving your stylish, sophisticated new black card”. Oh please. It’s a bit of plastic which they hope I will use to run up massive debts and end up paying them loads of interest. Little do they know I’ll just pay it off in full every month so they’ll earn very little from me. Damn responsible spenders they say!
Rest of today I guess should be spent tidying up and working out how to cook this mountain of food, although I’m wondering if I can just sit in a corner drinking vast amounts of wine and being bitter, obviously under the pretence of not wanting to get in the way in our compact kitchen. Crap, my flatmates read this don’t they. There’s that cover story blown.
That’s the trouble with blogs, you can’t really slag anyone off as the might be reading. Now where’s the fun in that?
In the next 8 days I’ve got 4 Christmas dinners/parties. And yet I’m still not fealing festive, which is a pity. Maybe it’ll hit me this week.
Oh and before I go, Happy Birthday to Andy and good luck to Ash & Iv who are moving into their flat today, although the fact that Ash was looking for a van to borrow yesterday suggests they might not be terribly well prepared.
Right, enough of this. Go back to your lives, and I’ll get on with my lack of one.