Choices choices
I considering going over to the dark side… yes… BlogSpot!
..Only thing is, I paid £9 for WordPress to allow me to have just idlebacon.co.uk instead of idlebacon.wordpress.com for a year, and its only been 2 months!
Break Away
Isn’t that a chocolate biscuit?
Either way, I wish I could break away from my life as I know it. It’s got to somewhere I didn’t want it to be and something needs to change!
Which Witch is Which?
Sometimes I wish I had a blog which the closest people I know don’t know about.
I’d be a lot freer to talk about things that get me going or whatever.
And wouldn’t have to worry about them either A, talking to ME about it, or B, talking to EACH OTHER about it!
It would give me an opportunity to get things off my chest and save me a whole lot of potential embarrassment.
Gossip
Everyone loves a bit of gossip. It fuels the world.
But at least most gossip is fuelled by truth. Twisted it may be, but stemmed from something other than just the imagination.
I’ll admit it. I love a bit of a gossip. I don’t think many people don’t. Many may say they don’t, but they do. I like how, once you receive some knowledge, you play Detective to try and find the truth, or find out more to fill in the gaps.
But sometimes you get gossip that is more fiction than fact, because there is almost no signs to which the gossip can form.
This gossip is bad.
It’s based heavily on guesswork and can lead to dangerous situations.
I can think of a few times I have encountered this kind of gossip. And I probably shouldn’t, but I enjoy the speculations you make from the smallest things, that may or may not be true.
Often, you might come up with a complete story, where the only true facts are the central people involved. And once this starts spreading, it spreads like wildfire, and those involved have to work extra hard to hide the story, whether it being making up a new one that still doesn’t represent the truth, or actually telling the truth and risking friendships because you weren’t honest in the first place.
So here’s a little tip; No matter how private certain things are, don’t point-blank refuse to talk about it; you should always release a few real details. Keep us guessing, by all means, but allow the good gossip to grow, and stop the bad gossip from potentially leading to disastrous results.
Protected: Get it off my chest
A Radio Blog
(Also posted @ GeorgeMillerDJ)
Yesterday I spent a full THREE hours live on Radio Sonar (.co.uk)! That’s a full normal shift you’d be on if you were on a real radio station.
And double what the average time you spend on a show on the uni station.
It was a good thing to do and get used to. If I want to get a real job on a real station, I need to be used to spending three hours plus in the studio, if not more; Sometimes new additions to stations get put on the graveyard 1-6am slot. That’s a five hour slot on air.
Yesterday, I was joined on air by Andrew, someone on my course, and as we only found out we would be staying the extra hour and a half less than an hour into the original slot, we decided to research into what the show we were covering would have done.
It was good to be able to get experience in researching and coming up with content for your show. Because no one wants to just listen to music, news and adverts, with you introducing them. You’ve got to come up with stuff. What you did in the last 24hours, things the listeners would find interesting and useful, to provoke interaction and such.
I should do it for my own show more, really. I always think about making a clock (technical term for dividing up how each of your hours are going to look. It should be fairly easy, considering it’s an hour and a half a week.
But the thing with Radio Sonar, is they only have a 2 minute news bulletin (with 10sec intro and outro) and a 20 advert each hour that we can’t control. The other 57 minutes is literally ours to sort. On a real station, you’ll have that, plus two or three 2/3min advert breaks every 15 mins or so, plus at peak times maybe a news bulletin on the half hour, and don’t forget traffic and weather reports, too!
That takes up a lot of the time on the clock, once you put in 3 or 4 tracks in between that doesn’t leave long to fill with your own stuff.
On radio sonar, you might average 20 songs per hour. On a real station, it’s more like 10-15.
And it’s a little pointless having a travel bulletin, when you’re an online-only station.
The happy couple..!
Shame I look like a bit of a tit.
Spot the odd one out
For a very long time (at least a year and a half) the Power Eight / friendship/ relationship situation has been this:
Emily.. and Stephen
Kirsty.. (and Ceri) In Swansea
Paul.. (and Sam) In Falmouth
Matt.. (and the fairies) In Fairyland
Sophie.. and Fergus
Holly.. and, well any/everyone!
Sarah..
Me..
Because of this, I always saw it kind of as “Me.. And Sarah” (or even “Sarah.. And I” – I’m not sexist or grammatically retarded)
But recently, it’s changed. Most importantly to: “Sarah.. and Phil” and “Me..” And I feel lost. For a very long time, Sarah and I were the odd couple. But now I’m alone once more. Sarah is embarking on a budding new (straight) relationship with a man. And has left me back in LonesomeVille. Almost exactly like how I felt with Paul left for Falmouth and CocksVille with Sam.
What am I meant to do? Love comes when it’s least expected. And I’ve been trying to not expect it for ages. So unless it’s staring me in the face, but I’m too busy to see it, it’s still not here! I’m bored of waiting.
Do you hear me, Cupid? BORED! With a Capital B (and O, R, E and D!) So fucking Hurry Up, biatch!
Open your legs
Well, it’s out in the open now.
Yes, I have made the decision to move back home at the end of our tenancy in June.
I managed to tell two of the three who it affects most, then one of those told the third before I did.
In a way, I’m annoyed, because it’s worse hearing it from someone else. But also slightly glad. Because she was without a doubt going to be the hardest person to tell.
I thought I would take this opportunity (because I haven’t made it nearly as clear as I should have) to say that it will have been THE BEST 2 and a half years of my life without a doubt. And it will be SO hard on the day I finally leave.
I am so sorry. I know how you will be feeling, having felt it myself along with you a year ago when Emily left us. But I’ve got to do it.
It’s not that I don’t want to live with you any more. I just want to go home. It’s not like I’ll never see you again (We’ve hardly been able to get rid of Emily in the last 7 months :p)
I used to be indecisive..!
I make a desicion.
Then something like this happens.
And it gets thrown up in the air, all over again.
What to doooooooo?
