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Friday, 17 January 2014

I hit a bit of a productivity roller-coaster today, by powering through the morning doing all sorts of things only to go and ruin it by breaking for lunch and watching several episodes of The Simpsons with Jack. He’d already been for quite a long run around the park this morning, but for the sake of getting away from the telly I took him for a walk around the block for a toilet opportunity (him, I go before leaving the house).

For the last few weeks I have been recording The Sound of Nottingham UK on a Thursday as it puts me under less pressure. I assume that it gets listened to before broadcast, so I like to get it in nice and early. When I record it on a Thursday I have the luxury of time to be able to fuck things up and start again, before sending it over the Atlantic and starting the weekend. There have been occasions when I feel as if I am fighting against the clock, although technically the show doesn’t air for the first broadcast of the weekend until four o’clock on Saturday morning UK time, but if I send it in plenty of time then I know they have time to download it from my email and load it into the system. When I record it on a Friday it always feels stressful, and today was no exception. Jack has taken to following me into my office and making himself comfortable on a pile of coats (my office is also a storage room/dumping ground containing shoes, handbags (Mandi’s), books, records, CDs, press releases, boxes of Christmas decorations, DVDs, video tapes, files, receipts, and other such hoardings), which is fine until a neighbour’s cat appeared at the windowsill prompting a round of barking at the exact moment I had turned my microphone on. I managed to get him calmed down to record the show properly, but he didn’t take his eyes off the window the whole time so I was on edge knowing that if the cat was feeling confident I’d have to start again.

Thankfully the cat had learned a lesson and Connecticut gets to enjoy another bout of Nottingham’s finest musical offerings.

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