I was up late last night
waiting for The Sound of Nottingham UK to save and
send, which was especially annoying given that I had managed to record it with
no major fuck ups. This week it was the turn of the recording programme and Google
Drive (I’m new to this service and now think it is brilliant – I can send a
show to America in a far less complicated way than Dropbox) to join forces and make
my life difficult. It was after midnight when I finally sent it over the
Atlantic, I try and get it sent over as soon as possible although technically I
know that I have plenty of time. The first weekend broadcast is at 11pm on a
Friday night, which on UK time is 4am Saturday morning, and I’ve never left it
that long.
It was my intention to spend
today in my office getting on with some work. I have a load of writing to do
and a bit of recording, but in the end I only managed to get through some admin
backlog. With two email addresses, (one public one that I tweet and my private
one) I lose track of who has what so they have kind of blended together so
there isn’t one that takes priority over the other anymore. The bulk of mail is
new songs to listen to and press releases from labels, which I like to make
time to pay attention to, and today was such a day. Once I had dealt with the
incoming emails there was a list of stuff I needed to send out. Nobody else in
the world reads emails on the weekend so it’s nice to be able to reply to stuff
without worrying about having to reply to a reply. That’s a good reason why
emails should have a ‘like’ button like on Facebook so you can acknowledge
receipt of a message without it turning into a conversation. I’m trying to get
several plates spinning at the moment including the biggest project, the online
video version of The Sunday Alternative so I threw
out a shit load of emails regarding that among other things.
After all that I was running
out of time a little, despite having been awake quite early (at the weekend
too) and setting up in my office rather than procrastinating in front of the TV
over breakfast. I took Jack for a long walk to a new set of playing fields I
have discovered near our house, which was populated by some kid’s football
league being watched by angry pushy competitive dads acting like pricks and
living their dashed hopes of football stardom through their unfortunate
offspring. It was tempting to let Jack off his lead to run among it and grab
the ball, but I didn’t want to be chased away by a gang of heart attacks in
waiting.
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