Losing it…

Children will always be children’, the television advert for the French dairy product said a few minutes ago. Do we need to write in, pointing out that children will not always be children? They will, in fact, grow up at some stage in their lives.

Speaking of growing up, I had an interview for a new contract on Thursday; there were two candidates. This evening I got the result. I am, apparently, just a little over-qualified. Hmmm…

Today the television has been on non-stop. With the sound off. Don’t ask me why, but it’s one of life’s little weirdnesses that I write better (and quicker) with the television on, but with the sound off. I compensate for the sound-offness by listening to music. I know! How weird? My brain has the temerity to produce better writing with the TV on but sound off, and needs to compensate by having the stereo on! Go figure. Three sets of reviews and a draft shooting script for the sitcom. Woo, go me. I have to big myself up, I’m a little bit put out at being denied a job because I am ‘just a little over-qualified’.

Soph’s gone kick-boxing with the lovely-but-slightly-loopy Gemma, this evening. It’s nice that they hang around together. I’m slightly fearful for the rest of us when two mentalists gather in such close proximity, though. I hope the world won’t spontaneously implode under the pressure of a hitherto uncatalogued physical pressure which will, in the future, be called ‘dark mentalism’.

Anyone who follows me on Twitter will know that I put out an update today that said I’m thinking of writing a TwitterPorn story. The idea is fairly simple, in a way it’s a kind of performance art: I’ll put out a single-word, once an hour, with the hashtag #pornstory. The words won’t make sentences, per se, but they will enable the reader to construct his/her own story around them. See what I’m doing? Getting the reader to introduce their own imagination as a component? Oh. Not impressed? I thought it was an interesting exercise in *reader* creativity. What do you reckon?

Yesterday, during an emergency visit to Tesco for milk (what the hell is it that we do with milk? Seriously! We go through gallons of the stuff), I *cough* accidentally picked up a jar of Sandwich Spread. Is there anyone else addicted to this wonder of the food world?

Apparently the television station Virgin 1 has been rebranded to ‘Channel One’. Such a shame that the on-air branding in the corner of the screen still says ‘Virgin 1’.

Allister and I are potentially recording the first of the ‘Unsigned World’ shows for UKHDRadio tomorrow morning. Scary stuff! Exciting, but scary.

What are you doing? You never call, you never write, you’re a constant worry to your poor old mother father sister brother friend…

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8 Responses to Losing it…

  1. Masher says:

    In answer to your last question: I’m sweating.

    And the renaming of Virgin 1… do you know why it’s been renamed? Because it has been sold to Sky. Yes, Sky: Virgin’s main competitor in the TV market. A strange move it seems, but I’m sure they know what they’re doing.

  2. Daniel says:

    No doubt they sold it to Sky so that they can take out a case next year claiming that Sky has an anti-competitive monopoly on pay-TV. Stranger things have happened…

  3. Are you just trying to see how filthy people can be in 140 characters?!

    I used to have Sandwich Spread all the time, not had it for years though. If I remember correctly I used to just eat it on it’s own too. Coleslaw is another one, it never lasts longer than a day.

  4. Caroline says:

    What are you doing?

    Waiting for 21 boxes of stock to be delivered from Pakistan and India and wondering if they’re all going to fit into the annexe. Two orders, placed three months apart – what were the odds of them both turning up here on the same day??

    The Pony had his flu & tet restarted yesterday and showed an impressive ability to do the Riverdance at the sight of a needle. Ended up having to twitch him. Nothing nasty going on in the teeth area as far as the vet could see, though it wasn’t the weather to be sedating him and having a proper look, so it’s back to the drawing board as to why he naps on the right rein. Going to get back on when it dries up and ask the neighbours to watch from the ground. Farrier today – knowing my current form, they’ll turn up just as I’m helping hump those 21 boxes into the annexe…

  5. Caroline says:

    Going to get back on when it dries up

    Scratch that, he was a prat for the farrier, almost fell over and his right hock has swollen up. Fortunately the vet was less than 10 miles away and was able to divert, she thinks it’s just a twist so he’s on bute for a week and she’s leaving me some penicillin to pick up tomorrow just to be on the safe side. He’s not lame on it but it’s obviously sore to the touch.

  6. Vicola says:

    Brennig, don’t try and fool us. Making a Twitter porn story using single words? You’re just looking for an excuse to write really mucky words on Twitter and send them out into the world. I’m on to you boyo….

    What am I doing? Trying to make a decision and avoiding doing what I’m paid to do.

  7. Susie says:

    Why did you have to mention Sandwich Spread? Now I’m craving it, and don’t know of anywhere within 300 miles where it’s stocked. 🙁

  8. Brennig says:

    Masher: Really? That’s the reason? But that seems to be a bizarre corporate move!

    Daniel: Your reason is strange. Masher’s is stranger! 🙂

    Cyn: No, I was letting the reader put their own framework of rudeness around a scaffolding of words that I built for them to read. Or so the concept had it. And as far as food goes, I am regresssing. Sandwich Spread, coleslaw, potato salad… I am twelve. 🙂

    Caroline: Sorry the pony twatted around during the vet’s visit. Hope he’s good now. Keep up with the boxes thing. You know you love it really. Will email you soon.

    Vicola: That’s cryptic! Trying to make a decision? Hmmm….

    Susie: I feel your pain. I’ve lived in countries where I’ve suddenly craved something that wasn’t even available on that continent!