O dear, o dear. It's been nearly 96 hours since I posted, and to those of you who think that I'm losing interest in this blogging lark, you are wrong. I think it should be stated that at weekends it's unlikely that I'll post, simply because I'm off with Aoife at weekends at hers, so I'm busy and therefore unlikely to blog. My excuse for not posting last night is that I was Djing in the Undercroft, and by the time I got in, it was after 2, and I just wanted to get into bed. But I'm here again, fighting off the urge to sleep, as my eyes hurt, to deliver an update into my life and thoughts.
I wish I was able to blog as often as Robin does, because I regularly think of something that I want to include in my blog, and then by the time I come to writing it that evening, I've forgotten what it is. It's a shame my phone is broken, otherwise I would seriously consider writing an entry on the go, where possible. As it is, I'll continue as I am.
So, the weekend. Well, work was great, and went successfully. Since my last post and my comments on my hours there, I have found out that my hours are to be extended, so as of the 21st, I'll be working from midnight to 9am, every Saturday morning. On another radio front, I've had some fantastic news from my mate Joe Rudd, who works as a jock on Heart, formerly Horizon Radio, and also at Key. I won't disclose what the news is - I wouldn't want to jinx it, but fingers crossed, as there is a chance I will get involved there. On Saturday evening, after being sufficiently rested, Aoif and I headed to the VUE cinema in Harrow to witness Tom Cruise in his latest World War 2 spectular, Valkyrie, which I have to say I thought was great. Obviously, it's difficult to really get into something when you know the outcome, but the way the film deals with suspense and tension is really something. As for Tom Cruise's performance, well, it's Tom Cruise isn't it? With the exception of Tropic Thunder and Collateral, he just does his thing. Should he have had a German accent? Probably, but I'll let him off.
Sunday saw the Bafta's, which were interesting, with excellent presentation from Jonathan Ross, as ever. I'm not too happy that Slumdog Millionaire won 7 awards, and even though I'm told it's very good, by Barry and Denis and others, I'm really not keen on watching it, although I'm sure I will one day.
Yesterday was focused around our Big Phat Party at the Undercroft, which was packed again, and Phil and I did a sterling job behind the decks, playing a wide range of songs from the likes of Artful Dodger, Five, Papa Roach, Dr. Dre and the Klaxons. It must of gone down well because we've never before had so many people say well done and shake our hands before. Great stuff. Denis was really drunk, which provided lots of entertainment, and Tudor was present, which is always a pleasure.
Something I wanted to mention briefly is the possibility that I am already unable to use my blog as much as, or in the same way, as I had originally intended. That is what I'm getting at in the title of this post. It is impossible to say exactly what I want to say here, because a number of people read this now, and I would find it difficult to be brutally honest in this blog and encounter them in reality - I'm rubbish at conflict, and very often just keep my annoyances and irritations to myself. This is something that I wanted to be able to do via this blog, express myself 100%, simply as a way to lighten the load in my mind. Simply put, there are issues that have occurred recently that I'd like to talk about here, but I feel as though I am unable. Shouldn't have told anyone about my blog should I? Haha!
Finally, for now, I'm going to New York. In 2 weeks, in fact. It's pretty ludicrous that it's taken Aoife and I this long to decide and book it, because we've known about the opportunity and been thinking about it since before Xmas, but anyway, we've done it, we're all booked up and 2 weeks today (Wednesday), we'll be often to New York City for a week. I can't wait - it just means that I'd better get on with my dissertation, and get some more hours in the pub. Oh well!
Right, that's me for now. I promise I will post tomorrow. No more long gaps
I promise, haha, see what I did there? Wasn't funny? You sure? OK, OK, I'll just go now...bye...
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Denis really was out of it on Monday.
ReplyDeleteJust a superb night and like I said, it's how it should be done.