My face is back to its normal size, my black eye has faded to almost nothing, and I'm feeling good. Thanks to all for their messages of support and concern, which came from as far away as London, and from unexpected quarters. I've often wondered just how many people read my blog, and from the numerous comments made about my last post, it would seem that there's quite a lot of you!
In other news, I'm off to the Meredith Music Festival this weekend (although I still have to chase up a tent, and find somewhere that sells cider in cans, as glass is not allowed), and then on Monday I start presenting Breakfasters on RRR over the summer, through til the end of January. The early morning starts are going to be a challenge, but I'm really looking forward to presenting the show. I'll be taking a break from Smartarts during this time, but hopefully I'll be able to squeeze a few arts-related interviews into Breakfast!
Today (Monday) I'm trying to catch up on a few things that I've been putting off for the last two weeks, like doing my laundry, washing a sink full of dishes, and going to the gym. Then tonight I'm considering seeing the new Harry Potter film, as well as sorting through 80-plus media releases, and lining up some Summer Breakfasters-co-hosts.
I've also got to find the time to write a 600-word article on the ACMI Stanley Kubrick exhibition for the gay and lesbian newspaper MCV between now and tomorrow, which will involve grabbing a few quotes from leading queer cineastes as well.
Does anyone else ever wish that they had a couple of clones to help them share the responsibilities of life around sometimes? I certainly do, although said clones would also need a means of downloading and uploading memories, so that we all knew what each other had been up to.
I don't suppose there are any mad scientists reading this blog who could help me out on that front, are there?
3 comments:
Richard, you are so damn tough it is unbelievable.
Did your intervention stop the lass from futher punches? If so, a job well done sir! But it's always humiliating to get punched.
At least you have a good blog entry out of it.
L
Richard, this is morbid, but I dreamt last night that you died, and that I checked your blog to read the last post you'd written and it was all rather spooky.
Greg: Hope I don't bore you senseless. ;-)
Lumpen: Yep, I created a handy diversion for her so she could get away...
Gemma: That's kinda odd. Maybe your REM-state mind was picking up on my total exhaustion post-Meredith?
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