Today I had a big chance to boost my profile, but thanks to my e-mail not working for some reason I have no clue to, I missed a possible interview on Radio 5 live about my comedy writing. The subject: "Discussing the prequel to Only Fools and Horses being in production and how plundering old ideas affects new up and coming comedy writers like yourself."
What a chance this was for me to get myself heard; on radio, a format where people listen to you, and where your opinions are heard and discussed.
This morning (by which this time it is very nearly tomorrow), after typing up some sketches that I and a friend writer had wrote a few days previous, I finished at around 11 and left to go do other things (incidentlly, move some breeze blocks). My computer works as follows:
1. Wait for it to load.
2. Once loaded, switch on e-mail.
3. Put in memory stick
4. Write some stuff until stuff is done.
5. Click safely remove hardware button to safely release memory stick.
6. "NO" says computer. All open tabs, links, etc must be closed down before hardware can be safely be removed.
7. Oh God, what a farce but I suppose I best be safe. I don't want any of my stuff deleted or lost.
8. Close everything down, safely remove hardware.
9. Switch on e-mail again. It doesn't work. Its take either a day of leaving it or rebooting the computer for it to "maybe" stand a chance of the e-mail working again. Can't be arsed with rebooting again. Put it on hibernate. Leave it until later.
Came back at about 2 o'clock, still not working. Back at 8 to check again, not expecting anything to work but I thought "what the hell, I'll have a look." As if to spite me, my e-mails popped up as if to say "And where have been you moron! This has been waiting for you."
It was an e-mail from the BBC, a broadcasting journalist asking if I want to be interviewed. "Yes" I thought but the time said 1900 hours today. Secretly I hate this method of telling time as I still have to look at my watch and count from 12 to 1 (13), 2 (14), 3 (15), up to whatever number matches the given time. 1900 is 7. Damn! Too late. I missed what to me was a golden chance, an opportunity for me to be in the spotlight for a brief moment and get my already tiny profile boosted a tiny bit more. A few more twitter followers. My second blog follower. But in the end it came back to technology. The computer. My e-mail. My !"£$%^&* e-mail. (choose for yourself what the !"£$%^&* means.)
I like to try and have a ending message to my blogs... but there isn't one. I'm just angry, that's it.
Not even thinking of kittens makes me happy right now. Nope, not even when they are sat in a large novelty slipper. Just got to wait 'til next time and take my chances.
Goodnight and goodbye.
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