Them next door
How lovely to be with you this bright and lovely Monday. Up since 4 and awake till late tonight but a top show on the way (I have no way of knowing if that's true but hey, let's go for it). I hope the weekend was a fine one. We managed to purchase Olympic tickets for the athletics stadium which was a fine (and expensive) thing. Alerted to the sale by the BBC's James Pearce's twitter feed, we sat, credit card in hand, ready for the 11 o'clock moment. When it started we kept getting boxes saying 'you have 2 minutes to complete this section' and then you type like a maniac, making mistakes, changing credit cards and forgetting passwords. And then, hundreds of pounds poorer, you emerge triumphant. This had better be good!
Just taken a few moments to catch up on Mike Ingham's terrific commentary for the final few moments of Manchester City's match with QPR yesterday. I was at the Spurs match but this was a commentator's greatest challenge: a climactic heart-stopping finale and Mike rose to the challenge magnificently. When the final goal was scored he found just the right tone and words for the moment. And he looks like Lyle Lovett. A top man.
Tonight we should do songs about NEIGHBOURS. City have been called the noisy neighbours by United so this would be the perfect time to celebrate/complain about the folk next door.
Today it is the book club with Mark Haddon's "The Red House". He scored a spectacular 2 million seller with "The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night Time" in 2003 and here he is in strictly adult territory but writing brilliantly about a large number of family gathered in a wet house in Hay on Wye. Read an extract on my pages and you'll see what I mean.
And then to the Sony Radio awards and an evening of pretending not to care very much. But failing.
Have a day filled with minor triumphs and the occasional grin. See you after 5