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Famous! (sort of)
I have just sealed my gallop into middle age by having my first mention on BBC Radio 2. Whee!
Listeners were asked what wind-ups they'd participated in. I recounted how I managed to convince my younger sister that the water in the bath was just a layer with air underneath when we were both children. A couple of years later, I caught her holding her hands under the water. When I asked what she was doing she answered "waiting for my hands to dry". Mission accomplished! Bwahahaha! It got on the radio literally about two minutes after I emailed. Blimey! I suppose it is a bit weird. Damn, I wish my sister would listen to Radio 2.
In other news, I am jet-lagged. I've dragged myself home from work in a cabbage-like state and intend to sit and vegetate until someone feeds me and then vegetate some more. I felt vaguley okay yesterday but today I feel like something stomped on me.
Weird being back home. The culture shock is actually quite immense; more than usual. I think this is because we were over for two full weeks and did a lot more travelling this time in a hire car. My brain has got used to driving on the right. It's a good job my autopilot has been kicking in for well-known routes like the one to work. Glod forsake us all when I get on to an unknown road.
Off to enjoy my feelings of fame...
Listeners were asked what wind-ups they'd participated in. I recounted how I managed to convince my younger sister that the water in the bath was just a layer with air underneath when we were both children. A couple of years later, I caught her holding her hands under the water. When I asked what she was doing she answered "waiting for my hands to dry". Mission accomplished! Bwahahaha! It got on the radio literally about two minutes after I emailed. Blimey! I suppose it is a bit weird. Damn, I wish my sister would listen to Radio 2.
In other news, I am jet-lagged. I've dragged myself home from work in a cabbage-like state and intend to sit and vegetate until someone feeds me and then vegetate some more. I felt vaguley okay yesterday but today I feel like something stomped on me.
Weird being back home. The culture shock is actually quite immense; more than usual. I think this is because we were over for two full weeks and did a lot more travelling this time in a hire car. My brain has got used to driving on the right. It's a good job my autopilot has been kicking in for well-known routes like the one to work. Glod forsake us all when I get on to an unknown road.
Off to enjoy my feelings of fame...