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The Day With the Baby-Steps

on May 31, 2015

This week’s been intensely busy, but fun, too. I wrote my first long-form piece for IGN. I had an email from my Games Ed late Friday asking if I could cover a call with FIFA that same afternoon. I said yes. I thought it was a presentation or somesuch, but by the time I was on the call I realised that I was covering a bloody interview. It was only brief – just 15 minutes – but it was with the head of the FIFA franchise, which amazed and delighted me in equal measures. I managed to get through it with a handful of insight questions (shaped on the fly, of course) and some good quotes. Had a freelancer colleague check over the copy...

The Day With Springboard, Seizures and Skids

on May 25, 2015

I hate that blogging is the first thing to hit the skids when I’m busy. Loads of stuff has happened since I was last here. It’s ridiculous. I’ve kept a journal since I was S’s age because I love looking back and remembering thoughts and feelings from long-gone memories, but the older I get, the harder it is to make time for this kind of activity, and that makes me sad. The dog’s been unwell. Like: properly unwell. About six months ago I thought I’d notice him having strange, trembling episodes that lasted 30-60 seconds. He looked okay when they were happening — lucid, and not particularly distressed by them. We took him to the vet sometime before Christmas, and she said just to keep an eye on it. Any kind of intervention would require a MRI etc. and a general anaesthetic, so if they weren’t bothering him too much (and they really...

The Day I Was Still Here

on Apr 1, 2015

There was a writer here. She’s gone now. Or: she was. Temporarily. I’m back now, though. Did you miss me?

The Day We Should Never Forget

on Jan 27, 2015

The Day We Should Never Forget

The Day With The Surprise Revelations

on Jan 26, 2015

Today was quiet; low-key. I made it into work, and even did some work, but I can’t say that I wasn’t delighted when the clock struck four and I was able to duck out. My sore bits still throb, and all I wanted was a hot water bottle, pyjamas and someone to mainline Yorkshire Tea for me. I did tackle my tax self-assessment however, which I’d been procrastinating over since before Christmas. Every year it terrifies me, and again – for some reason I cannot fathom – I’ve got a rebate of several hundred pounds. Last year it was several thousand, which was freakin’ amazing, and helped pay for our holiday last year. This year’s surprise refund will also go towards the vacation fund, though unless M can secure himself some overtime, I’m not entirely sure it’ll be enough to get us to foreign shores again. We’ll see, though. Each...

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