Archive for May, 2009

I don’t profess to be an expert in everything media, but I am switched on to the way that many media outlets work. As a very, very rough rule of thumb, when it comes to national media, it goes a bit like this:
If you pitch an idea to a national title, you need to have [...]


ridiculous

27May09

I was awake at 5.37 this morning and out of the house at 6.17am resplendent in too tight running trousers (bah the flump) and my Anti-Lecture Strike T shirt, ipod wired up and bottle of water in hand. A mile* later and I was home in the shower.
I have a hangover.
I feel shite.
Fuck this running [...]


As usual, the organisation’s PR Officer has no idea what she is doing. She is completely naïve to the ways of the media, having no experience of public relations and press release writing (certainly not five years’ experience in various media-related roles) and really, we don’t understand what she is doing every day at work, [...]


richard, again

22May09

Yum yum yum yum yum yum. Pocket-sized perfection.


Just wanted to say a HER-YUGE Happy Birthday to El Presidento! Hope you are having a gorgeous day and that the weather is fine in Little City. Thanks for being the best bell ever.
Bells, bells, bells.
xxx


Today I have been mostly…

He’s lovely.


yum yum yum

18May09

Recently, I came off the pill.
I realise that I say that like it was a conscious decision. In reality, I forgot to take a pill packet away with me when I took time out from London to write that blasted course assignment about a month ago. I suppose I could have gone to The Mechanic’s [...]


On Friday I was minding my own business in the bar of Charlotte Street hotel. (No, actually I wasn’t, I was trying to persuade an editor that I know what I am talking about and have story ideas worth considering.) Anyway, I was there, admiring the med hot orange and pale blue decor, balking at [...]


Following on from this post where I ponder the relative wee-ness of the world.
So, there I was last night, dawdling down Kings Avenue in Clapham and chatting on the phone to The Mechanic. I had had a few drinks in Clapham Junction and tried to decipher the tapas menu with Daniel and I was a [...]