| Twelve |
[10th Dec, 2007|08:20 am] |
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It's been:
Twelve years since I made my first guest appearance on radio, live from a radio studio. The unfortunate station? BBC Three Counties Radio in Luton. Purpose? To review that week's edition of Top of the Pops. I tipped Michael Jackson's Earth Song to remain at the number one spot in the UK singles chart for another two weeks, which would have made it the Christmas number one for 1995. Well at least that was one thing I got right. Unfortunately I also thought all Sunday evening listeners to BBC local radio would find a complete rendition of the thirteen times table, to be to their liking - oh the arrogance of misguided youth. I also remember spontaneously becoming silently tearful on my way off to morning breaktime, outside in the playground the following day, in the realisation that the previous day was probably one of the most memorable experiences of my short life and also, infinitely preferrable to attending school. Children are remarkably perceptive, far more so than adults. Though I naturally have no proof for this wild assertion, I'm sure I had an inkling of things to come, for the following two years were perhaps my unhappiest at school.
Twelve months (more or less) since my return home from what I consider to be my final semester at Keele University, though I carried on for perhaps another month or so unofficially, or a few more months officially. On this occasion, I'll overlook the time spent that Christmas and the inconvenience caused by only deciding to go ahead and transfer universities a week after the Ucas deadline. It would surely also be inprudent to look back on the experience of temporary nurve damage in my neck, a condition I was suffering from at the time. Instead, let us remember it as the time I started to look toward the future. Started? But we always do to some extent. This is true. But there is a difference between twelve seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, or so I believe.
Twelve weeks since my return to the UK from perhaps my most enjoyable holiday. I can't speak too highly of New Zealand as I'm sure you all know and I still stand by my love of dry ice.
Twelve days since exhaustion finally caught up with me. Anyone who drives a lot will admit the importance of remaining alert at all times whilst behind the wheel. It's the same for me when just walking around the place, else I really am a danger to myself!
Twelve hours since I consumed the first of two wonderful muffins which I obtained yesterday.
Twelve minutes since I came up with the idea of putting together this self-indulgent musing,
and finally, Twelve seconds since I last used spellcheck...Now it's up to you. What did I miss?
P.S.: I should like to add that I have had by far my busiest week yet here at Royal Holloway last week. More on that later on. |
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Wow, that radio thing you did 12 years ago sounds like it was mint!
Hey,
You bet! Got to see their old cart tapes for jingles and news bits and pieces, play with their switchboard and watch it light up (just about) and generally make a right nuisance of myself!
Hi,
Wow ... that wasn't nostalgic at all! lol ^_^
Glad ot see you on here again, don't leave it so long this time! :)
Bubbles and Star
Ah you know me, I get far to easily carried away! :) | |
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