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Sunday, 15 June 2014

Gary and his girlfriend Teegan had us round for dinner last night, and I was shattered when we got home. The four of us had a lovely time (I am assuming, I can only speak for two of us) and a great meal that Gary had prepared. It still feels grown up having friends that we can do this with, far better than drinking cheap cider that cost 10p a litre and roaming the streets kicking bins over and smashing wing mirrors. Incidentally, that’s what we did before dinner. Not really, I was just being hilarious.

When we got home in the early hours of the morning, there was still work to be done – do I ever stop working I hear you ask – so I set about uploading the podcast to its host site and set up the page. Once I had done that I did my usual emailing of the PR people and record labels that had an act being played in the hope that they spread the word via social media. My night didn’t end there, I found the time to load the washing machine and of course take Jack out for a walk around the block to tire him out before bed. As a result of all this I slept until quarter past twelve today. I had a fuzzy headed bad tempered start to the day of rest, not least because I missed out on listening to Just a Minute on Radio 4.

It was my turn to bath Jack, a job we normally do before going to my dad’s for lunch, but due to having some work to do regarding The Sunday Alternative (I know, I work too hard) there wasn’t time so I did it later.

After lunch I had intended to do some more CD copying of various radio shows, podcasts, and live sessions. However, I made the mistake of buying a pack of blank CD-R discs from Wilkinson’s, the pretend Woolworths. The discs were impossible to use, you couldn’t get anything on them yet they told me they were full. Utter shit. Thankfully I kept the receipt so I will be going back to make a fuss and get my money back (it’s only four pound but it isn’t the principle, it’s the money) before remembering that buying cheaply from tacky little shops like Wilko is a false economy. This of course did nothing for my mood, so I pretty much wrote today off as a waste of time.

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