Sunday, March 04, 2007
A Walk Across The Rooftops
Radio One has announced it will be staging a Big Weekend in Preston in May.
I suspect I’m on the wrong side of the perimeter fence that is Radio One’s target demographic, but the news has caused a frisson of excitement amongst Company X’s more youthful inmates.
Stella, my eighties style yuppie witch of a team leader, a woman for whom profile is everything, is pleased too. She’s always had a vague notion that somebody should, in some unspecified manner, be making more of an effort to put Preston on the map.
“We’ve got a perennially under achieving football team,” she said, “and that’s it. Most people will have no reason to have even heard of Preston.”
"You're right. Someone should be doing something," I agreed, before returning to gazing out of the window and drizzling yoghurt down my jumper.
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It’s been a week of early starts and “Is this going to work?” breakfast meetings.
Girlfriend, never happier than when up to her elbows in polythene sleeves and post-it notes, is facing her greatest challenge to date. I’m predicting a run on fluorescent marker pens. Buy now before it’s too late.
It feels like yonks since last Sunday, when we met up with Joella - blogging’s number one plumbing chick, unless anyone would like to contest that title - for beer and meringue. That girl knows our pipes better than we do.
I suspect I’m on the wrong side of the perimeter fence that is Radio One’s target demographic, but the news has caused a frisson of excitement amongst Company X’s more youthful inmates.
Stella, my eighties style yuppie witch of a team leader, a woman for whom profile is everything, is pleased too. She’s always had a vague notion that somebody should, in some unspecified manner, be making more of an effort to put Preston on the map.
“We’ve got a perennially under achieving football team,” she said, “and that’s it. Most people will have no reason to have even heard of Preston.”
"You're right. Someone should be doing something," I agreed, before returning to gazing out of the window and drizzling yoghurt down my jumper.
__________________________________
It’s been a week of early starts and “Is this going to work?” breakfast meetings.
Girlfriend, never happier than when up to her elbows in polythene sleeves and post-it notes, is facing her greatest challenge to date. I’m predicting a run on fluorescent marker pens. Buy now before it’s too late.
It feels like yonks since last Sunday, when we met up with Joella - blogging’s number one plumbing chick, unless anyone would like to contest that title - for beer and meringue. That girl knows our pipes better than we do.
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