Losing my religion

debit card

Hola, hope you are all well. I’m good.

On last week’s post I half joked about how being absent from doing the radio show I do was dangerous because in this business there’s always someone willing to jump into your position. Well this became a reality when I got an email from someone who works on the show who said my stand-in, had her eyes on doing the show full-time. I could understand if she was trying to muscle in on replacing Jonathan Ross, what with his £6m a year wages. But I’ll be honest, I get paid significantly less than £6m a year, and I have to get up at 6am.

On other radio news, I recently found out that BBC Radio Manchester has a Facebook page, see here. So if you are on Facebook (I’m still not) you can become a friend and if you have any positive comments about any shows you hear you can always pass them on. In some unrelated information the show I do is Sam Walker’s Saturday Breakfast and my section is called the Paper Chase. cheers

Let’s move on from that blatant call for positive feedback. Last week, I lost my bank card, I have no idea what I did with it. The worst thing about losing something, isn’t the realisation that it is actually lost. That is bad but the worst thing is that it is your fault, there’s no one you can blame and that’s what’s so annoying. It’s only when you’ve lost something do you realise how much you rely on that thing. Without a bank card, I had to physically go into the bank and write a cheque to get cash. For any young people reading this unsure what a cheque is, ask your parents.

Yesterday, I compered a Father’s Day event. I was arguably the least qualified person at the event, for starters, I’m not a father and have no intention of becoming a dad anytime soon, plus none of my writing has anything to do with fatherhood. I mentioned this to the organiser (Akiel) and he said, “but you have a dad“, which is an easy way to get someone to an event about fathers. It’d be like someone asking me to speak at a dentistry convention, by saying, “but you have teeth”. As it turned out the event turned out to be very pleasant. Ps. I am available to speak at a dentistry convention.

And Finally… I must tell you something I did last week, before I disclose what it was I did, I don’t want you to judge me, after all, we are all adults. With this in mind, I must confess to buying a razor with just ONE BLADE. I know it’s truly shocking. If you feel like you have to confess to anything you can do it on this blog, without judgement.

                                                       Til next week, stay safe!
(original post 21/6/10)

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