Hi. It’s me. Bren.
And no, I haven’t been to the bank yet.
But I will go, honest. I’ve got stuff to do. T-Shirts that need to be sent out to the US, things like that.
But on the feeling thing.
I’ve been really good today – and it’s not even 11.00 yet:
- I’ve had several creative ideas and, as a result
- have created and edited a fair lump of audio
- had a knock-on, longish Skype/IM chat with Allister in NZ
- recorded and emailed out a small piece of audio to Dan in LA
- written an outline for a magazine feature
- written a news item for a website
- had a really good, long hard look at the 9-5 contract market
- had a response from googlefeedburner on why podcast listenership jumped around so much earlier in the week (they made changes which have now been adjusted to where things were last week)
- listened to 14 tracks from bands who want to be featured on the podcast (and made various decisions as a result)
- calculated how much money various publishers still owe me (how much?)
- had a loooooong call with a potential new contract (who, frankly, didn’t really know what they were looking for at the start of the call, and now have a much better understanding of life, the universe and everything – and also the way forward in their situation. I should charge them a consultancy for that alone!)
In short, I’m feeling just a touch of smug satisfaction at having achieved so much in such a short time.
And now…
Now I want to do something naughty. Wicked. Really bad.
So tell me, do you ever feel this compensating urge to redress the good/bad balance?
And what should I do about it?
I could drive in to Witney instead of walking or taking public transport. That would be bad, right?
And I could go to Costa for a Latté and a slice of cake.
That would be bad too?
But the urge to do something really bad is stronger than those minor misdemeanours.
Much stronger.
I’ll be going up to the yard in an hour.
I could superglue Hayley’s favourite jumping whip to the hook on which it hangs.
I could fill Sammi’s riding hat with shavings.
Oh yes, now I’m really starting to think creatively.
What else?
I could hide all the chocolate biscuits…
Ah. OK. That really would be a prank too far.
But tell me.
Do you ever feel like doing something wicked?
And if so, what?
A few years back (more than I care to think about) I got the naughty urge while walking through Eastbourne with my ex. So I flashed my bra at an elderly man driving down the road in a Nissan Micra at the obligatory-in-Eastbourne speed of 12 mph. He very nearly drove into a lamp post. So there you are, try flashing. Or putting condoms and a gimp mask into the briefcase of someone who is going to a very important meeting. Replace all the underwear in a friend’s pants drawer with similar underwear but 3 sizes smaller and watch their bewildered face. For cheap ‘n’ cheerful mayhem you can’t beat the old favourites – replacing the sugar in the bowl with salt and swapping the instant coffee for gravy granules or throwing a pair of racy pants onto someone’s conservatory roof (only works if they’ve got glass roofing, not polycarb). If you want childish mischief, I am your guru.
All the time, usually my bad behaviour is skiving rather than working.
The nastiest prank i ever pulled was implying last april 1st that i was late, very late 😉
*Sophie tells Bren naughtiest thing she has done recently* Not for public consumption…
Not wicked, per se, just a little bit naughty…!
Well done on your productive day! Naughty? Well I do like a little practical joke…