31March1997

My dear folks,

‘Tis Easter Monday, a lovely afternoon. I have arisen from my bed where a little restorative sleep has soothed the gritty edges of a vile overnight shift. The night saw the launch of a new schedule & it brought out everything that was worst about reorganisations. There is nothing, sadly, that the Beeb has to learn about bad management & ours would be frying in hell if our curses had any sting to them. I gave some thought to emigrating to Albania. Anyhow the night’s over &, as I say, it’s a lovely day. Mave has gone walkies. A youthful Sean Connery is making short work of James Bond’s foes in “Diamonds are Forever”. Bond, at least, is forever & Connery was the definitive Bond as you know. I am due to walk into town a little later to join Richard & Penny for 4 hours of Hamlet. I fear that I shall need the odd nap to see it through.

What’s to tell? Not much! I eventually succeeded in getting a page up on the Net where I checked that it was for real. But I didn’t much like what I saw & thought a little more work was in order before I revealed it to the world. At least I can say it’s there when I try to justify my application for an Online job in a couple of weeks. I’ve been scouring my various magazines for the appropriate thoughts & phrases to sprinkle around the application form, over which I’ve been taking a lot of trouble. It requires applicants, among other things, to describe in less than 300 words their favourite Web site AND the likely development of the Web over the next year. Even Bill Gates might find that a tough nut.

The doorbell rang lunchtimish to reveal the new sub-tenant for the flat below mine, together with a useful looking boyfriend. I’d promised the girl who leases the flat – who’s away for the Easter weekend - that I’d let the new arrival in. The lessee is forever looking for someone to share the flat, which she can’t afford to rent alone, but the sub-tenants either prove unsuitable after a short while or go off & pursue their lives elsewhere. I sympathise.

Did you watch the Brazilian Grand Prix? I woke in time yest to settle down for what I’d hoped would be a closer race, but the boy Villeneuve ran away with it. I glanced at my watch as it finished to find myself due at work in 30 mins. The bloody time change had extended a sunny afternoon & fooled me something wicked. Mavis & Poopoo – who’ve both been unwilling dieters along with me – found their dinners even more curtailed as I took off for the office. For once in my life, I didn’t mind the night being shortened by an hour.

As you can see, it’s all trivia. My thoughts are very much with you. Easter blessings shower down (or is it up?) upon you!

T