So I’m sitting in Norwich in an Anglia Television office waiting to go out and do some filming for a screentest. I flew from Manchester this morning on one of the tiniest planes imaginable…. Yikes. 3 seats across. But 3 tiny seats. Some fat person would *not* have fit at all… I felt fairly safe though cos it was me, a couple business people and a ton of pilots as passengers. I figured if the pilot came down with food poisoning or had a heart attack, there were loads of people who could safely save me and the business people from annihilation near Ipswich…
The whole Blogger input thingy is looking v strange, so I don’t know if they’ve changed it again or if the computer I’m on is just a freaky thang.
Oh, I’m so tired. I hope I wake up by the time I go out filming. Ugh.