Not a bit of it.
I reported for duty on Wednesday around eleven to find him there, large as life and twice as dangerous, announcing a desire to combine his position atop the dizzy heights of Media Tartdom with a career as a paparazzi...
Unfortunately, some time on Tuesday afternoon the front of the Grand View came into shot, so the barriers had been moved back round the corner, which meant that there wasn’t a whole lot to look at, although the continuing stream of visitors meant that there was no shortage of people to talk to as Mickey’s big hand headed towards lunch time.
Shortly after lunch had been delivered, the flow of visitors diminished to a trickle. Lacking any other significant topic for discussion, the conversation turned to the subject of Hughesy’s blog. Various people were writing down the relevant URL when one lady stated that it wasn’t much use to her, since she didn’t have access to a computer....
Within seconds, Resident Media Tart was brandishing an eleven-page printout which he’s extracted from his display folder, excitedly pointing to a passage on Page Two.
That’s me there!!
From which we can establish that, like any good Media Tart, not only does he keep his collection of press clippings up to date, he’s only too willing, given the slightest provocation, to share them with the wider public.
Given the lack of visible action, I headed home at the earliest opportunity, grateful that I hadn’t drawn another time slot later in the week....
Prevailing weather conditions meant that the front door of the Little House of Concrete remained firmly closed on Wednesday afternoon Some time after seven o’clock, a distant popping sound attracted my attention and I ventured outside to see what was happening....
A fireworks display for Nicole’s fortieth birthday anyone?
Thinking back to the afternoon, I hoped that the couple who I’d advised to head up to the top of Flagstaff Hill had ignored the weather and ventured up there. That’s certainly where the fireworks seemed to be coming from, so I would have been interested to know what else they would have seen.
Once again, a case of being in the right place at the right time? Since I wasn’t there, I’ll never know.