Day 30+1 – Unemployed
Well, it's NEARLY day 30+1, but I am unemployed. Officially! Yup, I have been made redundant. That sounds like a funny phrase – how someone might write I'm impotent. I think it's just the word redundant that's doing it.
But it's ok, because I played Pete Townshend's guitar last night. And Jimi Hendrix's (OK, I mostly stroked that one, being as I'm not left handed). I also wore Elvis' jacket…in fact I might have been wearing it when playing guitar.
Anyway, either way, last night confirmed the surreal nature of the London media world.
More later, but now, to watch The Apprentice in bed. Or rather: The Apprentice, in bed.
Oh, and anyone want to give me a job? I'm easy. But not easy if you see what I mean…