Thursday, June 05, 2008

Andrei Arshavin

Wednesday and Steve and I work on a cover for live. No guessing but it's not 'I Cum Blood' by Cannibal Corpse Gina! Thursday and we begin rehearsals for Monday’s appearance on Maconie and Radcliffe as Tom is back from a short holiday to Portugal. And no Tom you can't see a tan on the radio. Ah ha but what timing? Monday night’s appearance coincides with Holland v Italy. Holland, a country I love but whose footballers (Klaas van Huntelaar and Clarence Seedorf apart) I hate, against a country I find increasingly racist but whose footballers I love. What to do? Talk to the two radio gods that are Maconie and Radcliffe, that'll see me through my predicament! But what of the Euro 2008 stickers? With no-one immature enough to collect with in Manchester, my pile of swaps look at me sadly. What? No home to go to? They seem to be murmuring. My tip? Just the one, that Andrei Arshavin and Pavel Pogrebnyak of the greatest Russian side since 1988, destroy some team, maybe Sweden. And later in the week AAAGH!! ISDNs to do from 10am to 6pm! Nothing but talking about yourself for 8 hours. OK if you're Sting or Hucknall but I've always felt if you can't stand looking at yourself in a mirror for as long as 8 seconds a day, you're not going to manage 8 hours of self analysis in a day. By the way, in a stroke of glorious symmetry to my previous re-incarnation, the first question in the first ever solo regional phoner was 'why did the Beautiful South split up'? 20 years ago the first ever interview with the Beautiful South began with some remarkably similar words.

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