After my little Welsh adventure yesterday, Tim decided to give me the morning off. Well, I had to be in the office for 10, but in comparison to some of my start times it felt like the afternoon by the time I”d reached the Sky studios in Osterley. I was even too late for breakfast at the B&B! I wouldn’t have minded if I had rocked up to the lounge at midday demanding eggs and bacon. But it was quarter past nine, and I was told breakfast had stopped being served 45 minutes ago. Shambles.
I sat myself down in my chair and flicked through the Metro. Looking up from the paper, I noticed something odd. I was the only one in the office. No Tim. No Rob. Nobody. It was weird. I felt like Tom Cruise at the beginning of Vanilla Sky. Or Cillian Murphy at the beginning of of 28 Days Later.
All was quiet. Not even a mouse stirred in the Sky News offices.
So what was I meant to do? After phoning Tim and adding a series of missions to my notebook, I set to work.
I said last week I wasn’t particularly fond of planning. It’s pretty much what I’ve been doing this week. And everytime I pick up the phone, I end up with gold. It’s brilliant. Whenever I’ve needed something, I’ve picked up the phone and it’s sort of just materialised on the other end. I’ve set up and organised so much stuff this week, so much so I want to see this little documentary through to end. I feel like it’s my baby.
So I’d finished everything I’d been set. Like the kid with thick-rimmed glasses who’s done the teacher’s homework before it’s even been set, I was feeling pretty damn smug. I’d organised several interviews and investigated some pretty interesting places to film, all on my own. I sat back, basked in my glory and watched the news until home time. Inevitably, I’m going to get a big smack in the face of reality tomorrow, and that’ll wipe the cocky little grin I have at the moment right off of my face.
Osterley. 10.30am. That's me. Surrounded by nothing.
