Mike Jenson gets up at 6am, bright and early. He showers, shaves, dresses, and sits down with a pot of coffee at his desk. He doesn’t need to be at work for another twenty minutes, so he opens up his laptop and idles away the time on Facebook, checking up on old schoolfriends. Robert Allain is engaged, Katie Ellis has been promoted to manager of her bank, and old Craig Edwards, who you remember fighting with aged 7 about who got to be the doctor and who got to be the patient, has now been nominated for the Lasker-DeBakey Clinical Medical Research Award. Andy offers his sincerest congratulations in the form of a “like”, before realising that he has to get going – it’s gone 7 already.
I wrote a play! It’s short (seven pages in Microsoft Word, about ten minutes in performance), but I’m very proud of it. In fact, I’m so proud of it that I am going to cross off number 7 on my 101 in 1001 list: Create something you are proud of. You can read it in full (and download it to keep, if you so wish) right HERE. The rest of this blog is all about the making of it, and may contain spoilers, so I suggest you go and read it before continuing. Like I say, it’s only ten minutes or so.
One: Post-Christmas Traditions (i wrote this last year on 27th December, as part of another blogging project, but I don’t think most of you will have seen it. It still very much applies)
I thought I’d write a blog today on the topic of my two days after Christmas which have, in the past, been just as important to me as the actual day.
On the morning of the 26th, after eating the regulation Ton Of Chocolate, my family all pack into the car and head down to Amersham, where my aunt, uncle and cousins live. The reason we spend the day there is that my cousin has her birthday on Boxing Day itself. Thus, the whole family meet there (they also, by coincidence or otherwise, have the biggest house) and we party and open each other’s presents and have a huge lunch and it’s just like a second Christmas. Plus, I love my cousins, who are always wonderfully hyperactive to be around. Many a game of hide and seek has been played in that house.
Following the fun I had with the first Music Exchange, and the positive response I got, I’ve decided to have another go with another friend of mine. Guesting with me on the blog this time is my good friend Joey, and each of us have chosen 5 songs and sent them to each other. We listened to them, and then wrote reviews of each other’s songs saying what we thought. Here they are, then – Joey’s reviews of my songs are in blue, whilst my reviews of her songs are red. Also, there’s a Spotify playlist at the bottom of this blog if you want to listen along.
It’s the 26th of March, 2005. There are all these people at my house, and there’s a feeling of thrill. We’re al settling down to watch the first episode of some new TV show. Except it’s not a new TV show, it’s a really old TV show that even my dad remembers, and he’s a hundred or something, so it must be really really old. I don’t know what I’m expecting, really, but there’s a blue countdown clock in the corner so I’m excited. Everyone’s talking, and I shush them. It’s starting.
Forty-five minutes later, I’m in love.
Today, Doctor Who celebrates its forty-ninth anniversary. For that reason, I wanted to share some thoughts about it.
Oh, how many blogs that end this way, with an apologetic final post. The tiniest of missives, cobbled together in a hasty five minutes in order to fool a baying audience into thinking they are appeased. A promise of more to come, a glimpse of the author’s “hectic” lifestyle, a trigger to a slow descent into sleep.
Last week was a hell of a week. So much stuff has happened that I meant to blog about, but then stuff kept on happening which got in the way. Now I’ve got a moment to take a breath (and a working Internet connection, no thanks to Virgin Media), I thought I should chronicle the last week in seven mini-blogs. So here’s what’s occurred to me this week…