…and enough to kill my “wanna be a journalist, IT consultancy is sooo boring!” aspirations for good.
Well, almost enough.
But at least the day had a happy ending. Maybe I’ll tell you about it one day.
Update (1): There were three happy endings. An upgrade in my press accreditation, which has granted me access to the PCs in the press centre…
…a ticket to the Saturday night finals, on the sixth row from the front…
…but most importantly, and following a complete re-write from scratch owing to my laptop finally dying on me, exactly at the moment that I was going online to e-mail it to my editor (memo to self: ALWAYS take a backup)…
…my debut article for Slate magazine. I’m really rather pleased with it.
Update (2): Thanks to Luca for unearthing photographic evidence of the UK photo-shoot. I’m on the far left, and Daz Sampson (the UK contestant) is in the middle, wearing yellow. Click on “previous” and “next” for more.
Incidentally, I made my press conference debut later that day, asking Daz about his song’s co-composer: a member of the underground culty indie act called the Cuban Boys, who were big favourites of the late John Peel. He had been in a bit of a grumpy mood up until then, and the question seemed to cheer him up. One tries to do one’s bit.
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