Back in the office after a pleasant Easter break in County Durham endulging my little hobby of egg jarping. I was first introduced to the delights of jarping by my chums at Oxford and I can't tell you how relaxing it is after a hard few months of chasing the ratings.
But my chilled state wasn't going to last. James Silver from the Media Guardian has rung four times this morning - and it's not even 10 o- fucking-clock yet!
Reluctantly I called him back whilst trawling google for 'nicole+kidman+small+breasts+fetish'.
What came down the telephone line stunned me into silence. "I've got an 8-page highly-confidential memo leaked to me from one of my insiders at the Corporation Trust. It's all about plans to move the Youth Channel to a new media base the Corporation is going to create in Newcastle Upon Tyne. What's your immediate reaction? Off-the-record of course."
Er, where the fuck is Newcastle??
AND WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T I KNOW ABOUT THIS BEFORE??
I jumped into action and grabbed the phone: "Anthony - get me Ant and Dec on the phone ASA-fucking-P"
1 comment:
Oh, YEEESSSS!
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