Someone pointed out earlier that the calendar on my site shows I never post on Thursdays. They asked why. I have no idea at all.
I've long believed the Thursdays are the new Friday. So maybe I'm far too busy being out having fun on a Thursday to bother writing anything. But I can't see how my lifestyle differs on Thursdays compared to most other days of the week, and I manage to post here the rest of the time.
Anyway, that aside, I was on London Live this morning. At the frankly illegal hour of 7am. On a weekend. And a Bank Holiday weekend at that.
It was for a thing called the '60 second plug'. I was talking about the Cliterati first birthday party and had 60 seconds to plug it. To be on the safe side ('cos you don't want to be talking porn unscripted at breakfast time on the BBC) I scripted it (will get round to posting the script when I can be arsed to type it up.). I timed it repeatedly last night. It was exactly 60 seconds.
So obviously, this morning, I did it too quickly and had 2 seconds of dead air. Couldn't even give away the sex toys that had been donated by Lovehoney because, apparently, someone had said 'motherfucker' earlier in the show that day and they didn't want to court any more controversy.
They then went on to discuss Irving Walsh's new novel, Porno. Such is life.
Posted by emilyd at August 25, 2002 03:11 AM