1. What’s your favourite type of music?
Music with words I can find in a dictionary and at least one instrument that one can actually play (not some synthetic nonsense)
2. Name the song that you put on full volume when you’re seriously peeved off
It’s my life (the Bon Jovi version)
3. What’s your happy song?
Barry Louis Polisar – All I Want Is You (From the movie Juno’s soundtrack)
4. What music do you listen to that you wouldn’t want the other parents at you kid’s school to know about?
On a recent weekend away (with lots of singletons) I listened to Slipknot and there were one or two bits I liked… sort of.
5. What music do you try sharing with all your friends in the hope that they’ll love it too?
All the music that I love!
6. Name 5 of your favourite artists or songs
Grey’s Anatomy soundtracks (they’re really good)
7. What song do you sing in the shower?
The Story by Brandi Carlile (When I see all the ‘stories’ written on my body)
8. If you’ve got kids, do you know the Barney song?
This week in the mag world I work in has been all about Vicky and Paul of Pasella and their affair, or not and if he cried on her shoulders, or not and if he’s wife found out and ended this affair, or not.
Gave me some food for thought.
Marriage is difficult.
Living with someone 24/7 is difficult.
Living your life in the spotlight is difficult.
Living with someone 24/7 and being married to them while being a sort of celeb is m**rs difficult.
Spending more time with your co-presenters than with your wife/partner due to the production schedule surely puts strain on your relationship.
I’m glad I’m in my 9-5 (mostly) job and don’t ever have to spend a night away from home for work. Ditto for husband.
I’m glad none of my male colleagues makes my ovaries jump.
I’m happy that I have two chins and two tummies… not the stuff that office affairs are made of!
That is all.
“Ooh, I haven’t checked your blog for ages!” One of my colleagues chirped today during lunchtime.
I then said NOOOOOOOOOOOOO please don’t do that. I’ve been bitching about you on my blog lately.
Haha, not sure if she knew I was joking.
But it got me thinking about those moments when something happens at work or work-related and you so want to vent.
FB? No because every colleague has friended you
Twitter? Maybe, because not many of them are there but then my tweets aren’t protected so…
Blog? Until I told this colleague that I had one… maybe
Personally, I find the best way to deal with that is to tell the colleague in a firm but nice way that enough is enough already. I definitely won’t take to cyberspace… unless I create a fake ID.
And once I get home, I inhale a glass of wine and I usually feel better after chatting to DH about it.