Today started well. I had to get up early cos I was expecting a parcel and don't trust our postman so had to lurk in the front room listening for the gate to open. As a result, I caught RI:SE for the first time. They were doing a 'what's in the papers?' thing and held up The Star. They drew reference to the main story, Cheeky Plot to topple Girls Aloud, which was all about The Friday Thing's Campaign for a Real Christmas Number One (which, contrary to popular belief, is genuine and not a marketing stunt from The Cheeky Girls. I know because the editor of TFT came up with the idea at 3am on Wednesday. How do I know? I was on IM with him at the time.)
So, why was this a good start to the day? Well, a couple of days ago I mailed The Star to let them know about the campaign cos I've been doing some writing for them recently (see the Christmas Eve issue for my tips on 'Making this Christmas the sexiest ever'. Dead chuffed to have landed some writing work from them, although I'd always figured I'd be writing for broadsheets rather than tabloids. Or certainly before I moved to tabloids. But it's actually really good fun)
I get on quite well with the people there. I'd said something like 'this might make a small silly story."
They clearly thought otherwise.
It had the front page and a double page spread inside. Sadly, The Friday Thing wasn't mentioned. But it's still quite impressive that a meme can generate three pages in a tabloid within two days of launching.
The day got better when the phone rang. The first call was from the people who needed to approve my magazine. They had about four tiny tweaks. Other than that, it was cleared. And then I had a call from the repro bloke. The dummies for the next two issues wouldn't be ready until Monday so was I OK with sorting out the changes then rather than over the weekend?
I love him. From 3pm this afternoon, I've been on a break from work. And I've got a whole weekend to enjoy! After three weeks of *solid* work and very little sleep, I know that the first thing I'll do is catch up on my sleep. The next is get drunk. And then, well, I don't know. It's kind of like 'work-lag' - having to adjust to not working and actually having a weekend. I am sooooo happy.
I then had a male journo mate come over to help me with some porn reviews I need doing for the mag (OK, I guess that's work but drinking beer and watching porn with a mate doesn't feel like work.) We're doing a 'he said/she said' style feature on various sex education and porno films.
Now, even with the job I have, there's still something very odd about watching porn with a boy mate. Particularly when you're 'wearing in' your new leather dress (I was told by the designer to wear it as much as poss when I first got it to help it form to my shape). And have promised to show said mate various sex toys that you've been blathering about (because they're funny. They are, I hasten to add, so far unused) To make things a tad less pervy, I showed him the printouts for the mag (OK, more naked people but all tasteful and more work-related than sex-related) before we moved into the 'watching naked people do stuff' part of the evening.
It was fucking hilarious. We have a very similar sense of humour and had our own running commentary over the video.
"Did she just say 'don't get locked in your mental bedsit'?"
"Yes."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"I have no idea."
"You can imagine someone getting depressed and their mate going 'why are you so depressed?' 'Because my mental penthouse has just been repossessed and I've got to make do with a mental bedsit."
etc
Every video we watched had us rolling around in laughter rather than passion. We saw many bad cunnilingus scenes (sticking your head between a woman's legs and shaking it from side to side isn't a good move.) We saw many birds dribbling cum from their mouths (which neither of us could see the point of). He kept complaining about the lack of plot so we were fast-forwarding through the sex scenes to get to the dialogue; surely a first?
All in all, a very entertaining time.
Posted by emilyd at December 20, 2002 11:09 PM