Another day in the office
Wake up at 4am, 40 miles drive in the dark, arrive at work, move some faders, drink a lot of tea, Top Cat arrives 30 seconds before TX, show Verucca Salt the talkback button, sign News Shmu’s birthday card, shake hands with the lovely Sally Jensen, air kiss Top Cat’s unshaved beard, harmonise on ‘happy birthday’ to News Shmu, set up a vegetable spot FX mic for John Wayne, fade up some ranty callers, fade up some vegetables, buy a copy of the Times for an old lady in King’s Cross Station, watch old lady blow the savings on chocolate, get my 4am-start-face stared at all the way home on the train by a strange lady, get off, squint in the sunlit, say hi to the cows, wonder where this late summer suddenly came from, get home, get shouted at by the cat, watch the SITC movie because my husband is away for the first time since we got married, I don’t even like chick flicks. Uh oh, is my life in any way normal?
