Nothing new really happened today. The computer system lost an obituary, and a man phoned up to ask about it. That was kind of the highlight. I did quite a lot of phoning, relatively speaking.
I've decided on my dream job! I want to write for guidebooks and take an all-expenses-paid holiday every week and email back my observations and ramblings. And I want to be very well-paid for it. I'm talking four houses and a jet-ski. I can dream!
In other news, the new big Channel 4 documentary series, The Agency, is not that exciting. I might give it another chance, but I was off doing other things within ten minutes this evening. I suppose I'm just not interested in models. Also, the office reminded me too much of work. They have the same phones! Not that I don't love newspapering, but I prefer to leave it in Wapping!
I'm very, very tired, so I'm going to go to bed now.