Sex up my iPod

I've told Anthony that one of his most important jobs next week is to update my iPod A-S-A-fucking-P, before my embarrassingly limited musical knowledge is horribly exposed in a Controller meeting. I really need him to "plug me in" to what is hot and cool and important in the music world [I run the Youth Channel, remember!]

I'll be the first to privately admit I know fuck all about music. I have to rely on the 'cool' people to fill me in, like Michaela who introduced me to the *hot* new group 'Franz Ferdinand'. (They have silly accents - I think they must be German??)

But oh how different my life could have been......

Many years ago as an up-and-coming TV exec I flirted with becoming involved in the 'music biz'. I had a friend from Oxford who knew about a 'groovy' up and coming American boy band and needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity!

One weekend I flew to New York to see the boys audition in front of some of Manhattan's top pop impresarios. I was totally smitten, they looked great (very sexy hair) AND I even liked one of their songs. Did I want to manage them? Fuck yeah!!

But then reality set in. Was it really my destiny to spend Saturday mornings getting up at 5am to watch them mime on CD:UK? Was I really prepared to sacrifice my future role as a hot TV executive in exchange for a few gold discs hanging up on my living room wall?

No. I'd worked too darn hard to give up my dream of becoming TV's Youngest Channel Controller™ - and how glad I am that I made the right decision!

Afterall, the British broadcasting landscape would be a *totally* different place without my many successful commissioning contributions over the years. Like The Games.