The people I am concerned about pissing off with regards my blog being published late, are the ones who subscribe to it on the Kindle. If I was paying 99p a month I would want it there as soon as I wake up in the morning, but sometimes they have to wait a whole week and I do genuinely feel guilty. The size of the paying audience is smaller than those who read it for free, so I soon get over it. The audio book download of the blog has done reasonably well, obviously not making me a millionaire but providing something else for those who want it. Talking of which, I am really behind on recording them, but I have gone to the trouble of allocating a day next week in my diary for catching up to date with them. Maybe a day is a bit extravagant, as it shouldn't take more than a couple of hours to do, but it'll get me warmed up in the studio for other recording that I need to do.
The post-roast slump was averted further today by writing the fifth of the six editions of Steve's LP Box, which are going to be recorded probably this Friday. To relax, I listened to The Sound Of Nottingham UK, (the home of Robin Hood on Robin Hood Radio). Listening to myself isn't something I greatly enjoy to be honest, but I have started tweeting during the Sunday airing. I'm getting some good feedback from the show, especially from bands who appreciate being played in America. If only a New York based alternative (or just very liberal in their output) radio station wanted to employ me, after the sausage roll bollocks yesterday I would emigrate like a shot. THAT'S how petty I am becoming, there are now so many things that piss me off nowadays; health and safety, customer service, young people, old people, people who cycle on the pavement, (I refuse to get out of the way, they belong on the road), people who go into cafes and ask "can I get?", that I just walk around getting wound up. I even plucked up the courage to tell a youngster to turn his music off on the bus this week, even though we all know that the youth of today all carry a knife. He turned it down, so I repeated my request to turn it off and he eventually did. To be honest, if he had stabbed me to an early death, it would have been preferable to standing on the bus being subjected to fucking rubbish music.
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