All entries for April 2006

April 30, 2006

Day 30+2

…get hideously bored, as it turns out. Temporarily distracted by the next instalment of The Apprentice (about bloody time he got booted out), Thursday morning felt empty. I woke up with a start at about 7am, but wasn't hungry and couldn't think of anything decent to get up for.

So I went back to sleep.

After getting up though, I mooched for a bit, ate breakfast, read the paper from the day before, washed my hair…then did some more mooching.

I admired everything in my leaving beauty bag again, looked at my lovely flowers and pined for more leaving snacks; but it got to the stage where I was actually twiddling my thumbs, so I went up to mine…and did some washing.

Then I sat. And did some more thumb twiddling.

Boredom firmly sets in

Is this what unemployment is like? I think I'm meant to be gallvanting and doing all those things that I've always gone "if I didn't have a job, I'd…". Somehow, my brain is just back in school summer holiday mode. i.e. FOR GOD'S SAKE GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO.

A dilemma

So I was grateful to be invited to grab a sandwich with a friend, then I ran some errands. Looked in H&M and felt far too guilty to spend money that I need to eke out. I'm sure I've said this before, but it's like saving for an involuntary pension.

My brain says "just bugger off on holiday for weeks on end", but then my conscience says "then you'll come home jobless and peniless and I'll pack you off home".

An Alexander Technique lesson later, I couldn't be bothered to go to the gig I was meant to go to, or to the club I was going to go to, and settle down to watch some comedy.

Note to self: You must not watch endless crap on daytime telly.

Unexpected turn of events

Things went askew when I got too bored to stay up any longer at about 11, and as soon as I got to my room, I heard a car door slam. I peered out the window, and after some neck contorting, read the word "police" on top of the car just as I heard my housemate and two other voices come in the front door.

He'd been mugged on the path that crosses the park opposite our house, at about 10.30pm. Three teenagers had made off with his laptop and left him with a very split lip and cuts and bruises on his head.

A&E

Off we went to casualty, where we sat til 4.30am. I fed him lovehearts to counter the shock, as his lip was burning and hot tea wasn't really going to work.

Most of the sitting was in the waiting room with:

  • Someone who'd overdosed but was firmly refusing to let his family order for his stomach to be pumped. The nurse explained that as whatever he'd taken, in the quantity he'd taken, wouldn't have much side effect, they could take him home.
  • Someone who comes in quite often, and thought it was the daytime. The staff were very genial in dealing with him.
  • Four boys, one of whom had twisted his knee really badly. All of whom were slowly sobering up.
  • A woman who was violently sick several times.
  • Some others who will remain a mystery, as they kept themselves to themselves.
  • A crappy TV channel.
  • No magazines, or newspapers, or anything. In a waiting room!

When we got moved to wait in Curtain 8, I had flashbacks of being young.

As well as living in hospital accommodation for a good while, I was also babysat by my dad's secretary a lot when he was a surgeon = lots and lots of time in hospitals. The sheets, pillowcases and blankets on the bed were very very familiar and inviting, especially at 4am. My housemate was insisting that I have a nap, but I would have fallen deeply asleep and refused to move if I'd done that.

After a frustratingly short check by the doctor, which wasn't at all thorough, informative or cautionary, we went back home and both gratefully sank into our beds.

Last thoughts before I went to bed was a what if – what if I had gone out that evening? My housemate would have come back to an empty house and might have gone further into shock, or been concussed and not realised, or have had to sit for hours and hours in casualty on his own, getting worked up inside his own head that everyone must think he's the type to start fights. It's strange how self conscious people are in the most serious of situations.

It did reinforce the "everything happens for a reason" way of thinking…but then I suppose it could just have been chance. But let's leave the fate and destiny hypothesising to another day…


Day 30+1 cont.

Hmm, think I had a smidgen of a lie in, but can't really remember. The days all run into one another y'know.

I checked over a job application and e–mailed it off into cyberspace. Then there was lots of drinking of tea and mooching. I didn't go for drinks with the B girls on R day – partly because I wasn't sure they were going out and hadn't geared up for it, and partly because I was only just getting back to normality after Monday night.

Monday night I went to the first Popworld Promotes gig with a friend from work. It was held at the Hard Rock Café on Old Park Lane, hence the playing of guitars etc, which are in the vault under the shop next door.

Aside from the surreal nature of drinking in the company of people like Alex Zane, and the general strangeness of the night, it was the whole 6 degrees of separation thing. Other new Popworld presenter Alexa, used to model for Sugar, and recognised me from the Popworld pilot that had me in it! She'd interviewed me and lots of other audience members at a Boy Least Likely To gig, and the pilot has me talking about the puppets in the video and then they cut to the video.
How bizzare. She's friends with the fashion girls from work, and her boyfriend is a photographer Sugar use a lot…and it turns out that he's also friends with a freelancer friend of mine…as I said, small world!

There was dancing til late with all of them, some other Popworld people, and the lovely PR girls from rarecommunications. So I suppose drowning my sorrows on day 29 was a good plan.

Anyway, back to day 30+1. I'm pretty sure I was just job hunting and job applying all day. As well as organising how to pick up all my desk stuff in the eve, I also sorted myself out to work unpaid one day a week – behind enemy lines!!

In the evening I made dinner for the family friends that live down the road, and then popped to Greenwich where a friend kindly gave me a lift into town. Handing back the borrowed laptop and putting all my stuff in the boot really cemented it all.

I've spent so many hours in that place that it seems weird not to be able to get in to the building anymore. A sense of panic started to set in as well. Despite the 30 day break, if I ever got bored I just went into work to do job stuff there. Now what the hell am I going to do?!?! Well…


April 25, 2006

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…


April 10, 2006

Distracted

By job hunting, as it happens. So the other days will have to wait.Tired.

Serendipity…Day1*

Ah but these are unrelated comments. You may have noticed that I haven't filled in the now…er, more than 7 day gap on my blog. I have been musing over it, but when I've felt motivated, have been internet free, and when I've been flopped, have been job hunting in a lacklustre manner.

Serendipity because while caught on the fence between motivation and flop, I found two comments from a lovely lady called Cat. I'm assuming she's lovely, because she's written lovely things, but in this cut-throat media world, maybe I should reserve judgement…either way, it's tipped me into motivation.

And all thought processes seem to have become overly complicated like that. Is it because my brain has too much thinking space? Is it some sort of procrastination? Or something else? Hard to tell, but still, that's several days away yet…and I need my diary. The weeks become one long day when there's no routine, as I'm sure all you student types will appreciate.

Day 1

I just got my diary to check what I was doing on day 1. Well duh, I went to work, oblivious. The morning passed by in a hectic fashion. I spent the weekend celebrating my dad's birthday, doing work, and thinking I really need a holiday. "Be careful what you wish for" is probably a relevant phrase here.

One ominous phone call, no lunch, and two meetings, later, shocked doesn't even cover how I felt. Adrenaline pumping, I was pretty shaky and didn't really know what to do with myself. A meeting with my other boss told me that I don't need to go to work during the next 30 (well, 29) days. "but…my whole job is still there". It is. It will be. How does any of this make sense?

My position was created for my other boss, who's also at risk. "but…my whole job is still there". Two stuck records doesn't really make for any kind of constructive solution. An announcement was made to my office. Feel like I'm putting everyone in a bit of an awkward "bugger, what do we say?" situation. It must be a relief to know that your own job isn't at risk.

I stayed 'til the end of the day, as I had commitments that I felt I should uphold…and nothing had really sunk in. Looking back, I should've just gone round the corner with the others and drowned my sorrows.

But as it was, I spent time e-mailing a few people and idly doing things like invoices. Was still picking up the phone etc. "Hello, Sugar magazine (how can they help you, as I don't strictly speaking work here anymore)". The office downstairs was empty, but my office was still ticking over as usual. Very strange.

I got back at 9 or so I think. Still a bit shell-shocked. Looking back, I maybe shouldn't have drowned my sorrows…but ah what the heck. Events from the day were still circling in my brain and not quite making sense. The (approximately) one bottle of wine meant that I didn't care about logic by the time I went to bed, so actually got to sleep without any trouble.

*bq. "B has been suspended pending an immediate review," she said. "The May issue, which goes on sale next week, will be the last until further notice. The review will last approximately 30 days. Twenty staff will now enter a period of consultation today."

An official company quote from the mediaguardian article.

I suppose I'll have to tag anything and everything I write about this with a disclaimer: anything I write about this is purely my own views and experiences and has nothing to do with the company's opinions and plans. What they've said above is the reality, this is just me.


April 05, 2006

And the rest…

Courtesy of a press release as of 3rd April 2006…

THE RACONTEURS
AUDIOSLAVE
FALL OUT BOY
PLEASE NOTE, FALL OUT BOY ARE PLAYING READING ONLY
THE SUBWAYS.
PANIC! AT THE DISCO
YEAH YEAH YEAHS
DIRTY PRETTY THINGS
THE FUTUREHEADS
THE CRIBS
WOLFMOTHER
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
THE RAKES
THE KOOKS

*STILL TO COME *

THE MAIN STAGE – More of the biggest names and exclusive performances

THE RADIO ONE/ NME STAGE – The bands as they break, future Main Stage headliners and classic performances that will enter Reading and Leeds folklore.

THE LOCK-UP STAGE– The best of the punk, ska and skate scene take over for one day as ever. Always packed from noon to night and for the first time ever, at both sites for two days by popular demand.

THE DANCE STAGE – The best and biggest names in the dance and hip hop world.

THE COMEDY STAGE – The best comedy, cabaret and outright strangeness to complement the bands and also offer late night entertainment.

THE CARLING STAGE – The cream of the new bands, the “ones to watch”. There for you to watch on one stage for three days.

THREE DAY WEEKEND TICKETS ARE NOW SOLD OUT FOR BOTH SITES

A limited number of weekend tickets with coach packages are available via SEE Tickets 0870 060 3775 or www.seetickets.com

A limited number of day tickets, not including camping and parking, are priced £60 each subject to booking fee and are available from selected outlets. See below.

Car parking passes (subject to booking fee) must be booked with event tickets. One pass is available per household.

National Credit Card Hotline: SEE Tickets, Wayahead: 0870 060 3775

Online:

DAY TICKETS ONLY - Tickets available from:

www.meanfiddler.com, www.readingfestival.com, www.leedsfestival.com, www.seetickets.com

In Person: DAY TICKETS ONLY

Tickets can be bought at face value, when paid for in cash, at all Mean Fiddler Box Offices. Please note that picture ID may be requested at the time of booking.

Mean Fiddler Box Offices:

The Astoria, 157 Charing Cross Road, WC2

The Garage, 20–22 Highbury Corner, N5

Mean Fiddler Head Office, 16 High Street, Harlesden, NW10

In person at HMV:

DAY TICKETS ONLY

Tickets are also available from selected HMV stores: (subject to booking fee, in person only, maximum two tickets per person, whilst stocks last, subject to availability, at participating stores only):

Reading tickets:

Bath, Basingstoke, Bracknell, Bristol (Broadmead), Guildford, Kingston, Newbury, Oxford, Portsmouth (Commercial Road), Reading (Oracle Centre), Reading (Friar Street), Slough, Southampton, Staines, Swindon, Trocadero Centre, Winchester, Windsor, Woking.

Leeds tickets:

Barnsley, Birmingham (High Street), Bradford, Doncaster, Grimsby, Huddersfield, Hull, Leeds (Birstall), Leeds (Headrow Centre), Leeds (White Rose Centre), Liverpool, Manchester (90 Market Street), Newcastle, Rotherham, Scunthorpe, Sheffield (High Street), Sheffield (Meadowhall), Wakefield, York, York (Monks Cross).

Tickets are strictly limited to a maximum of eight per household – for those booking by telephone or online – or a maximum of four per person for those purchasing tickets at the Mean Fiddler booking offices.

Children under 13 (12 and under) are admitted free but MUST be accompanied by a ticket holding adult. Please note there is no seperate children's area at this event.

ON SITE FACILITIES INCLUDE:

Bars, Cash Points, First Aid & Paramedics, Food & Non Food Stalls, Information Tent, Left Luggage, Meeting Point, Market Stalls, Merchandise, Showers, Welfare Tent.

DISABLED FACILITIES

Mean Fiddler produces a guide to Disabled Access and Facilities for all it's festivals, which includes details of the 2-for-1 ticket scheme. Applications for the Reading 2-for-1 scheme must be received by Friday 29th July

Please request a booklet and application form on 020 8961 5490.

Mean Fiddler Information Hotline (Mon-Fri 10am – 6pm) 020 8963 0940

FESTIVAL FACTS

* It takes 3 weeks to prepare the Reading and Leeds Festival sites and 2 weeks to take them down again

* Each site is built by over 150 crew

* 10 million watts is required to power each festival site

* Artists drink over 9000 bottles of water and over 13000 cans of lager over the weekend.

* The festival produces over 300 tonnes of rubbish, which it takes 2 weeks to clear after the event finishes.

* Thanks to the festival goer we recycled over 7000 bags of rubbish in 2004 through the onsite Litter Exchanges.

* Over 3500 people work during the festival weekend at each site

* More than 100 trucks with thousands of tons of equipment are used

* There are over 800 toilets on each site

* 10,000 metres of cable are used

* O’Malley Alley at Reading Festival is named after a member of the festival medical team who worked on the festival crew for many years who has passed away now

* In Reading, Henrys Gate is named after a tractor driver who works on the site during the festival

* In Reading, Reapers Bridge is named after one of the stage manager’s called the Grim Reaper

* In Leeds, Out of Harm’s Way is named after Harmony who runs the production office

* There are 90 food traders onsite, selling a variety of food, from burgers to pasta, doughnuts and even salad! More than a quarter of a million burgers and hot dogs were eaten over the course of the weekend.

* 2 million pints of lager are drunk during the festival.

* There are 80 market stalls onsite selling a variety of products including clothing, footwear, jewellery, camping accessories, blankets and newspapers.


April 03, 2006

Reading festival 2006 acts

Oops, meant to blog about this when I got back and totally forgot. And was doing a spot of late night baking.

Met the lovely Katie after 'work' and went to the Carling Reading & Leeds festival lineup, launch…if that's the right terminology. It took place in a West End venue (oo, ominous) where we ate many a dainty can ape and drank several sea-breeze cocktails. All complementary of course. Such is the nature of press thingummies. Dahling.

Famous faces I recognised were Sarah Cawood and then one who turned out to be there on a work duty: Colin 'What age are ya?' Murray (Dan WC, that was for you).

I also saw some of the More editorial team who seemed to be interviewing Colin Murray for a bit, and I swear I saw one of them exchanging numbers with him. Ah to be a proper journalist.

ANYWAY. The lineup.

Headliners: Pearl Jam, Muse, Franz Ferdinand

And others: Belle & Sebastian, Primal Scream, Placebo, Arctic Monkeys, Kaiser Chiefs, Streets, Feeder and Maximo Park.

The Lock-up stage acts are still to be announced. Apparently Belle & Sebastian were due to turn up, as was Grant from Feeder. Lucky for me, I've already seen the latter

And now, back to watching Newsnight and reading Ingo for work.

I'll definitely fill in days 1 to 7 on my blog tomorrow.

Definitely. Certainly. Surely.


April 01, 2006

30 days?

"B has been suspended pending an immediate review," she said. "The May issue, which goes on sale next week, will be the last until further notice. The review will last approximately 30 days. Twenty staff will now enter a period of consultation today."

An official company quote from the mediaguardian article.

I suppose I'll have to tag anything and everything I write about this with a disclaimer: anything I write about this is purely my own views and experiences and has nothing to do with the company's opinions and plans. What they've said above is the reality, this is just me.

It feels weird writing anything even remotely substantial on my blog…or at all. I'm sort of terrified of expressing myself in writing again. For several weeks/ months it feels like I haven't even had the space to express myself in my own head, now all of a sudden I have the time and space to errr… just b. ;)

Seriously though, I'm trying to see the silver linings. As per the company, nothing is definite or decided, but I figure I might as well prepare for the worst – it's not a pessimistic outlook, I just need to make sure that I'm sorted no matter what the outcome.

Besides, can't just sit on my arse for 30 days, can I?


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