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If ignorance is bliss, I must be a cretin on the G.W. Bush scale, because I have been undeniably happy for the last few days. Not only am I working in the same region as my girlfriend, but on Sunday I was actually assigned to give her some training! Not that she really needs it, but it was a good excuse to spend the day together and get paid for it - not to mention it was a story about the BAFTA television awards, and I'm not gonna pass up a chance for some quality blagging.
These red-carpet things are usually quite annoying. If you're with the media, you are fenced off behind these barriers which are "locked down" while the actual slebs arrive. We were crammed between TVN Poland and HolyMolyTV, and all of you are yelling at everyone that walks past to try and get them to stop and be interviewed. Most of them are steered by officious press officers towards companies they like and away from outlets which have annoyed them. In general the whole thing makes you feel like some kind of paparazzo. . .and the whole thing is very fake and wanky. The stuff we did behind the scenes was fun though. I don't really have any gossip to report, except that everyone we met was depressingly lovely, and that Melinda Messenger's breasts had a profound and hypnotic effect on everyone who came within fifty metres of her, including us.
Annoyingly, we couldn't manage to blag a BAFTA goody-bag, which looked amazing. Apparently there was a Sky+ box and a year's subscription inside, plus a bottle of Bollinger and some Agent Provocateur underwear. The whole thing was worth about £2000.....we know this because our chauffer (we DID manage to blag a limo back to the station) had been given one by some drunk actor who opened it in the car and didn't want it! (the film we made is here btw....but it's only available via the old-style dire quality BBC webvideo.)
Yesterday we both had a day off, and went for a 15-mile bike-ride to take in a pub lunch in Harby. It was a proper hot spring day - rabbits flopping about in the fields, old men in caps greeting us with "Now then!", even a grass snake sliding across the cycle path. It was more like cycling to the 1950s than cycling to the next village. Then I made dirty martinis and we watched Buffy DVDs, and then Hannah made a gluten-free lemon drizzle cake while I read Montaigne. I am now laughing about that sentence, but anyway, it was a great day off, and I have taken several hours today at work to get back into something resembling a professional frame of mind.