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11:06
9 Dec
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Back In The Frame |
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Funny how it always takes a train journey to the Westcountry to reignite that Dayorama flame, isn't it?
You find me in seat 2A, coach D, on the 1006 Paddington-Penzance service, bashing out my first blog entry in months on my mobile phone. Thumbs of steel, I tell you.
On to this trip in slightly more detail in a moment. First a few updates on what's been happening since we last spoke.
I am now 24 years old, a surprising development that struck early in November with minimal warning. I emerged relatively unscathed, although friends who came to my birthday party at the Goldhawk pub in Shepherd's Bush will tell you they've never seen me as drunk as that. There exists video footage, in which I address the camera at length, that I cannot recall even being filmed. It was a good night.
I also have a new job. Once the January transfer window opens, I am being packed off to BBC News on a short-term loan deal to help create funky things for you to play with and be all innovative and such like. More will follow.
Finally, this festive period I intend to give the greatest gift of all - the final payment on the Dodge.
Consider it my way of helping the fragile US motor industry in its hour of need, £75 'administration fee' (cheeky blighters, does it really cost that much to stop receiving cash?) and all. Come January, this means I will wholly own an asset. This is uncharted territory.
As is my location for the next couple of days. I'm on the train heading for Exeter, to be met at lunchtime by the one and only David Sheppard.
He promises 'a fun afternoon' and, while I have no idea what that could mean (at least I hope I haven't), I shall be reporting back later. Let's be honest, we know it is going to involve beer and trains. I have a video camera armed and ready.
Oh, and to think I almost forgot to explain the photo. My friend Simon gave me a lesson in bar billiards last week, a lesson which culminated in a victory for yours truly, if somewhat infused with beginners' luck.
No such luck, however, for OJ (remember him?), who is pictured at the Glasshouse Stores pub near Piccadilly Circus, on his way to a 3-1 defeat last night. The margin may have been wider had I not, in the third frame (does billiards have frames, per se?), surrendered a 1,200-point lead in one shot.
I now feel indomitable at this billiards lark and will accept all comers. Challengers can leave their details in the comments...
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