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need to cut down on the long hours in work - it is so easy to be there late as it is just around the corner and there is sooooo much that needs to be done.
but i have to stop it because:
i am tired all the time.
i am getting fatter.
getting fatter? what has that to do with working late? you ask.
doughnuts! i reply. cakes! i mumble. chocolate! i whisper.
so it is time for less work and less calories.

seems like rebekah has gone. what will she do next? will she be able to reinvent herself as a smarmy television celebrity ala piers morgan? i hope not. it isn't because i have a particular dislike for ms brooks (though i do) it is more that the world has suffered enough with the smugness that is mr. morgan without another smug ex-journo cluttering up the screens. bad enough that andrew neil is gets screen time.
so what next for ms. brooks?
the inevitable book. no doubt there will be two drafts. this is the nice one that just details my life in journalism up to when things were still nice and calm in the gardens of news international. the second draft will contain all the bodies and still yet to be exploded bombs - but only to be published if the advance for the first draft is too low.
perhaps there is a chance she will team-up with ex hubbie. together they could go to the most dangerous places in the world, dealing with the most vicious gangs of the world. where in the past ross would just film their stories, now with rebekah in tow they would just beat them into submission and change the world into a nicer place.
mexican drug lords vs rebekah? my money is on ms. brooks.

murdoch + hacking + 9/11 - fbi = downfall.
sweet dreamy arithmatic.
i can only hope.

it wasn't me (again). i didn't win the millions and millions on the euro lottery. blast.
though it does mean that all that money i was going to give to my friends and good causes stay as imaginery as all the good things i would have done with the money.

i have a mutant toe nail.
i thought i would share that with everyone.

i love sport on the radio. even sports i have no interest in (mostly games that involves balls being hit by something: cricket, golf and tennis for instance) but put them on the radio and i an listen to hours of them. this is even more noticeable when the sport in question plays late into the night because it is taking place in some far off land (which was one of the reasons i was never keen on the olympics in london).
so i will be spending some of the weekened listening to the golf on the radio.
i have never played golf, i will probably never play golf but as a radio sport it is fascinating - not because of the golfers but because of the commentators.

back to the olympics: i have worked out the london organising committee of the olympic games (locog) publicity and marketing strategy. it seems to be: highlight the bad news - oh the ticketing was a disaster (even though it probably went as expected - more people wanted the good tickets than there were seats available and no one wanted the shit events), yet most of the tickets have been sold. you can probably guarantee that the empty seats will be those held by sponsors or friends of the olympic family.
now the olympic super highway is being called into question. the draconian laws being used to push it through, the loss of life it might cause, the disruption it might cause blah blah blah (not to belittle the seriousness of the claims).
the story that the international olympic committee were impressed by how far advanced everything was in the olympic village seems to have been buried.
bad news sells i guess - papers and tickets to big events.