Time is precious and this has always been the project I’ve dabbled at using the time that’s fallen between the cracks of Important Things. I kind of disappeared for a while though. I changed jobs and the way I had structured my time previous to that completely changed and the snippets of spare time spent here just disappeared, and so did I.

But things have changed again. There’s probably a blog post in there somewhere about where I’ve been but that’s for another day. It’s Sunday night and there’s work to be done.

11.49 am …aaaaand we’re back

• I’ll have to put the sheets on the bed at some point
• It would be like a tree falling in an empty forest (that’s right: I only have four readers and you’re probably all doing something way more interesting right now) and without people following it live it sort of defeats the whole purpose.
  It’s probably a good idea that if you’re going to do something like liveblog the closing ceremony, it’s something you may want to give people a bit of notice about so that they may set a reminder in their smartphones and log in at the appropriate time
• It goes for a long time and would seem too much like work. If it only went for 20 minutes, I’d reconsider.
  Though I will just say that there are four guys hanging from the ceiling right now banging on what appear to be giant babybel cheeses, which seems rather incongruous
• Also, I’d never  be able to keep up with Bruce Macavaney’s mentions of the word special and just blogging Sandy Roberts’s misuses of the language would take at least a week.

So if you did want to hear me do it, just read one of the following descriptions as appropriate

• There are lots of dancers on the arena right now, doing something traditionally Chinese yet very modern. My, look at the colours! And how clever is that apparatus they’re using.
• There are performers hanging from some sort of wire, doing intersting aerial feats which may or may not involve music (possibly a very large babybel cheese)
• So many of China’s youth are involved in this particular part of the ceremony. I marvel at their clockwork timing and precision.
• Bruce just said the word special
• There are now some fireworks. Gosh, those Chinese do amazing things with fireworks. They invented them, you know
• Sandy Roberts has just described something exactly as it appears on screen, for those of you looking at the screen but unable to comprehend what it is you’re seeing
• That music is so moving/uplifting/amazing/special
• Listen to the crowd go wild!
• This bit is about how the Olympics will be in London in four years’ time.
• There are all the atheletes! What fun they’re having!

Goodnight. Time to put the sheets on.

Here, and here.

Only the city has changed, really.

And last night I watched handball.

In general newsiness, I went to see Death at a Funeral the other night. It was very good, quite funny but I don’t think it had that Englishness I was expecting. It was a Frank Oz film and maybe that was the reason but I think it could have worked with an American cast. I mean, there was drug humour, toilet humour, black death humour (not in a plague kind of way) but nothing really quintessentially English about it, except that they drove on the left side of the road and there was a reverend doing the service.

That said, I do have a bit of a mancrush on Matthew MacFadyen, so it wasn’t all bad. I think he’s just lovely. And English.

I’m on holiday as of a few hours of now. Though, the fact that I’m blogging where I am, when I am, means I’m probably already on holiday as I don’t seem to be doing work at the mo.

I’ll be cleaning my desk shortly though so I should be out of here by 9 pm.

Should I be worried, do you think?

At first, I was a bit dubious. I’d never really come across any actual famous people’s blogs before and I wasn’t convinced it was him until I scrolled down and saw that he’d posted a picture of himself and placed his signature at the end of the first post.

What had me unsure was the fact that he hadn’t filled out the “about” section yet, and that he felt it necessary to point out the difference between uninterested and disinterested.  I woudn’t have picked him as the type who would need to show off how smart he is. It seemed a little patronising.

I can’t wait to see if Hugh leaves a comment.

And how I wish I cared.

Because it’s now in a blog medium though, I keep wanting to post comments, mostly to warn him about the medical preparations he has prepared for him. Right now (so to speak), he’s taking turpentine!

That Dr. Burnett… he’s a friggin quack.