What I did on One Day In History
The 17th was, as previously mentioned "One Day in History" - when History Matters encouraged us to note down our thoughts and submit them to one central "blog" there to be entered into the annals of history, and if not that the Guinness Book of Records. Ivo Dawnay of History Matters was on Drive and said they'd had over 30,000 entries.. Many of you left wonderful comments, if you haven't already done so, please cut and paste them into the History Matters form. For what its worth here's what happened to me on the Tuesday.
3:50AM the cab takes me home from the BBC and I sleep walk into bed. 11:58AM I awake 2 hours too early because neither the Sun has an off switch, nor the birds a volume control. 11:30AM don random clothes, am the model of sartorial elegance in a natty Harris Tweed and t-shirt combo. 11:40AM It's my day off - I'm a whirlwind of domestic efficiency: 15 cups of tea and the business section of last week's newspaper later I'm dispatched by my cold-infested better half to go shopping for medicinal alcohol. 7:00PM return and administer restorative alcohol with water, lemon and honey infusion. 8PM cook dinner and drink medicinal booze as a prophylactic measure. 11:00PM do a bit of last minute swatting for a TV interview - wonder if it will be one of those ones that are done in the news room - shudder at the thought of spouting about blogs while my colleagues laugh and point (thankfully it's cancelled) 11:30PM try and blog something exciting about One Day In History. 12PM conclude that indeed most men do live lives of quiet desperation, drink more medicinal alcohol as a final proof against cold infection and fall asleep..
And there, in summary, is my day. I'm not sure what the historians of the distant future will make of this except perhaps to wonder at the mirculous silence of their cockroach ancestors. BTW the picture is from El Matador beach in LA near where I used to live.