Documentary date

I got a call the other day (I've been away from LiveJournal, and I'll detail that shortly) telling me that the documentary for which I was a subject has been given an air date. It's Monday 14th february at 9pm on C4. It's part of a new series of Bodyshock and I'm in the third program rather comically called "Megatumour".

Paul (the producer) was apprehensive about my possible reaction in case I found it offensive. Quite the opposite, I burst out laughing when I heard it.

So, if you participated or just want to see me share far too much about myself on national TV, then be sure to watch it :-)

Hmm. I've just seen http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2266641.stm . I'd been reading that for some time. It makes me feel incredibly lucky to have pulled through so well. Hearing stories such as this sometimes makes me feel almost guilty about it, though I do try to rationalise that line of thought away.

This week

Work has been keeping me exceedingly busy. Tuesday and Wednesday I was in Belfast. It was a lovely city and I wish I had more time to see some of it. One the second day, I had a very chatty taxi driver and asked if he'd take me to the airport and show me some of the city en route, and he was happy to do so. I was shown the shipyard where the Titanic was build and some of the political murals around the city fringes. There was a gate which is now open, but used to block off one of the main arterial routes which seperated the two fractions during the times of greatest violence.

On the flight out, I told one of the stewardesses that I have enrolled for flying lessons and was given a tour of the flightdeck.

Thursday and Friday I was in Sussex. That was a hellish drive. On the way back I decided to call by various people that I'd not seen for a while and also to break the journey up. Managed to see my mum, my dad and stepmum, have dinner with my brother, and also see bethanthepurple and revraven. Annoying some careless van driver dinged the car coming home when the car was parked in the driveway. It's superficial damage, but still a hassle to sort out.
My dad lives in a flat, so space is at a premium, even in the loft. Much of my stuff that I didn't take to uni with me was put into storage there when he moved to the flat from the family house and now that I myself am in a house there's more space here. I had a huge nostalgia trip going through my old things and have brought back about 10 bags of stuff. Mainly old books, but a few I want to keep. The rest I shall take to the charity shop down the road. I keep managing to busy myself on a Saturday and not being able to take the stuff I've already amassed over there. It'll happen soon. It has too. It's taking up needed room :-)

I got back home to Manchester late Saturday evening and headed over to softfruit's place for jezebel_z's birthday. We were going to go to Nando's but Parrs Wood was rammed so we took a look in town and the one there was closed due to some mechanical problem. We went out for a fabulous chinese instead. Rar, it was good.

Woke up about 1130 this morning and haven't even dressed or showered yet. Am just about to head over to fruit_boy's place as I've not seen him or tabatha_yeddap for far too long.

I know that I planned to be visiting London this weekend, but I shall try some other time instead.

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