I didn’t think life would turn out like this…

I am on the express coach to Oxford. I have had a drink but not much. Enough to know that the guy sitting opposite me is really really really really weird.


Since I got on the coach I have converted four sound files from m4a to mp3 for next Saturday’s podcast. And I have converted a video file to mp3 and then clipped that mp3 down from 10 minutes to 1m 30s – also for next Saturday’s podcast.

And I’ve written some notes – for the podcast.

And I’ve redrafted a project plan which is, of course, nothing to do with the podcast.

Right now I’m half watching an episode of Pets whilst half watching the girl sitting on the opposite side of the aisle.

She’s weird, faking phone calls left and right.  Well, faking phone calls anyway because earlier on we went through a fucking great tunnel where no mobile works and still she pretended to be on the phone to her mate Sarah.

Sarah, I ask you. What kind of a pornstar name is that?

No? Just me then?

I’m starving. But I’m embarrassed to tell Soph that I’m on the way home and I’m hungry. For lurve, as well as for food.

And I have written a simple exercise in descriptive narrative which I’m going to do and will also pass on to Amy to see if it helps.The weird thing is that I have just discovered a letter to myself in my laptop bag. And in it I name JFK’s killer – who is, of course

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3 Responses to I didn’t think life would turn out like this…

  1. Amy says:

    This post just wants to make me give you a hug.

    So I will.



    Thank you for the exercise. As soon as the British Gas man turns up, I’m going to start work on it.

  2. Trixie says:

    Maybe the weird girl on the phone, really thought she was talking to Sarah while going through the tunnel not knowing she’d been cut off cause she didn’t stop talking!

  3. Citronella says:

    Oh I’m so happy to know I’m not the only one writing letters to myself!

    I’ve never thought of naming JFK’s killer in them though. What a mistake.