Monday, 20 February 2006
Hey-ho, it’s me again! I hope you enjoyed the mammoth sized editorial last week. I’d hate to begin this week on a sad note but I just couldn’t ignore the tragic news that soul singer Lynden David Hall died from cancer last week. I interviewed him a couple of times (the last occasion was in 2000) and he was so sweet and down-to-earth – a real pity he didn’t get more recognition. I dug out this photo with him from the first time I met him.
Well I hope you had an eventful weekend. I just couldn’t be bothered to do anything and lazed about in bed, reading. Trouble is, it’s so comfy that I always doze off after a few paragraphs so suffice to say, it’s taking me a while to finish this particular book. I do have a stack of books I’ve bought over the months but not read yet…at least 20. Oh dear. The problem is, I start one, then I see another on special offer so I buy that and before I know it, I’ve got a shelf full of ‘em!
Actually, the one time I vacated my mattress was when I got a serious hunger pang for some barbecued poultry. So, I cut off my mate in mid-conversation and told her I was off on a chicken run to my favourite fried chicken place. It’s times like these that I thank my lucky stars I have a car and a driving licence but then again, even getting the bus wouldn’t have stopped me. When I want something so badly, I’ll do almost anything to get it. Ahem. I returned victorious with a huge chunk of barbecued chicken but it wasn’t long before I had consumed it and was wanting more. Dammit. Should have been more greedy.
As I write this, today is a momentous day for our Mojo – she handed in her resignation. Fed up of being trampled over by her employers (and being underpaid), I am pleased she told them where to shove it. Diplomatically of course. I tell you, it really got on my **** whenever I heard how the ‘pretty’ receptionist swanned into work late, chatted to her friends on the phone and on MSN all day, read Heat magazine and cried when she broke a nail. She also got to go home whenever she complained of a migraine. And her salary was a third more than Mojo’s, whose job was to hold the entire company together and work long, painful hours. No thank-you’s either.
Mojo, are you sure that girl’s not got an A grade in bending over her desk? I forgot to mention she has a boyfriend with a swanky apartment in Canary Wharf and wads of cash. Babe, what are we doing wrong?? Any way, well done for sticking the boot in, love and good luck with your next venture. Also, you may want to tell the world more about this little madam on this site.
P.S: Charlie's back on the small screen - next Monday (27 February) at 7pm on BBC 1 for the Holiday programme. I'll be setting the video for it!
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