I got on my bike today. I biked it to the BBC studios near Oxford Circus. I’m chuffed to bits with myself. It took an hour to get there – a little longer than expected. I went the wrong way down the wrong canal – the opposite direction – on the wrong side. Story of my life.
But it ain’t where you go. It’s where you are at. Right? After taking the right canal – the regents canal – via Guardian reading Broadway Market I finally got to Islington off the canal and lunged into the metropolis, down the pentonville road to kings cross and
then down to Portland street BBC and recorded for Fridays BBC radio 4 documentary “Terminates here”. It’s on every day this week at 3.45.
My pic is on Radio Fours front page for an entirely different show altogether called 28 acts in 28 minutes or something. I’m on it for one minute precisely. I’ll be on Saturday live 9am BBC Radio 4 too.
It’s quite a radio week.
After the recording I got back on my bike and dodged taxis. Missed a call from The Guardian today. Apparently some poetry turned up by the guy who is running for president of America and they wanted some comment. He wrote it when he was nineteen. I was on the telephone ( when they called) doing an interview for a book about African Theatre.
Yesterday radio was eclipsed by an half hour TV doc on slavery which I presented on Granada North West. I didn’t see it myself. This all seems very happening doesn’t it. Maybe it seems like I think it’s all very happening. Maybe you think that I think that I’m a really happening guy. Maybe you think that I think that you think that I think I am a very happening guy.
But I’ll tell you something. I’m happy to have done the bike ride that’s what stays in mind. Depression is debilitating and makes it so that you can’t see the wood for the trees. But doing things that break habits of negative thought really makes a difference. Not seeing the wood for the trees is an optical illusion like the two faces and the vase.