I know it’s Monday. I’m aware this is four days late. I understand that you’re meant to write a diary in the evening of the day you do the stuff. But I was out on Friday night getting drunk, and I used the weekend as a recovery period. Now I can write about what actually happened on my last day at Sky without worrying about if I’m going to keel over and be sick.
To be frank, my last day was probably the easiest of the lot. Pretty much everything was in place for the documentary. We’d planned it to the point where it felt like we’d booked interviews with everyone who lives in Wales. So it was just a case of tidying the schedule so even a toddler could understand it.
BBQ and a man playing guitar. Anymore perfect way to celebrate my last day?
Tim informed me that Sky’s canteen did amazing fish and chips on a Friday so we headed over there for lunch. Instead, we found a BBQ set up outside the canteen with seats, an ice cream van, a Costa Coffee kiosk and a guy playing guitar singing acoustic versions of rock songs. It was the perfect end to my 4 weeks sitting outside enjoying BBQ chicken listening to Californication. It also emphasises what a wonderfully relaxed working environment Sky is. It’d taken me four weeks to make the transition from smart trousers and shirt & tie to t-shirt and jeans so I matched up to what seemed to be Sky’s dress code. I always had this idea of Murdoch being some Stalin-like dictator, but everyone I’ve met at Sky seems incredibly relaxed, despite the fact they’re churning a high-pressure product like 24 hour news.
And so that’s it. With a Piccadilly Line ride home due East, my time at Sky was up. But I’m hoping this’ll be just the start. I’ve gained more contacts than Max Clifford, met more interesting folk than Ross Kemp and had a more fun time than a cat in a string factory. They’ve asked if I want to come back after my holiday, and I think I’ll take them up on their offer. I’m a bit sad that I’m not going to see this documentary get filmed, but hopefully I can watch the wizards edit it into some form of broadcast worthy bit of telly.
This also brings this blog/diary to an end. As I read back through it I seem to notice more grammatical and spelling errors so if you’ve been able to look past them I hope you’ve enjoyed it. If you want to follow any stuff I write you can check out my normal blog (it’s a bit bonkers) or you can follow me on Twitter.
Ciao!
