What a fabulous technological world we live in. I'm under the cosh a bit at the moment - hence my lack of blogging - and I've also had a sniff from a publisher who thinks my cavortions might sell a book and would rather I didn't appear here. Or am I dreaming... ? Anyway, no matter, because I just came on here and realised I hadn't published my last post. So I've just pressed the button and here it is. Well below here. Reading it again I realised I wrote it at Sam's Brasserie in Chiswick. A fine establishment. And here I am, writing this at the Hare and Hounds in Kings Heath, Birmingham. Another fine establishment. Both, of course, with free Wi-Fi. And both serve booze. Spot a pattern?
But the title of this is an homage (notice AN homage, not A homage. Pha! Good me) to my former colleagues who read my entry about my final Chrysalis Xmas Radio party. I don't think I should say Global - the new owners and the people who sacked us all - in case of some legal feedback. Just in case, Global, this post is Without Prejudice. Ta.
And this is kind of an apology to the foul-mouthed star of my Xmas post. Because of her appearance - I described her appearance - I had a guilt-striken text from a lass who said, "I think it was me. But I was a bit drunk and I don't remember. But I'm so terribly sorry for being like that."
I replied and told her not to worry we were all a bit 'tired with the wine'.
I had another text almost immediately again apologizing "But I'm never like that. I always really worry about other people."
Again I replied she was not to worry.
Again I had another guilt ridden text. Poor her. She was really giving herself a bad time.
And so this is MY apology. I felt sorry for K, (noooo I'm not going to tell you her name) after those texts. We were all pissed. But it was great for me, because after the fact, her throwaway, drunken, insignificant action allowed me to insert a bit of drama into a situation I had been very undramatic about. Redundancy really is a big deal and although my cup is always half full rather than half empty, at the Xmas party I became more moved by the End of the Arrow. It was the kindness and the compassion of those not on the Arrow that allowed me to drop the brave face. it wasn't just about me. Apart from Alan, I was the only one at the party who had been laid off. And of course, why would those laid off attend? Dave and Bev are a married couple with two young children. They both worked on the Arrow and were both made redundant. Alan was - and actually still is - a brilliant radio programmer who was instrumental in making the radio group that the new company bought. And so I suddenly realized that it wasn't just about me. My cup is always half full.
And so a personal moment like that meant I was able to come home and think about individual personalities. It allowed me to sit and write about what happened. And had K not made that casual, unmeant comment I would never have had the impetus to write what I felt when I did. And got a really positive reaction off so many people. So bless you K. I'm so sorry I made you feel bad. But you helped me to deal with redundancy better than any councilor could. I was able to write my grief. So thanks. I owe you a drink! xxx
