What’s a ledge to me might just be a step to others. It’s Monday, late afternoon.  I’m in a meeting at BBC with Eoin and with BBC News rep a Broadcast Assistant and a researcher. In the meeting we trawl through  the weeks news highlights.  There’s various Hot stories which will be hitting the press the coming week. This is  like tapping into a digital artery of BBC – News.  It  is pumping through at a rate. News story after news story flows around us in Bush House, home of The World Service.  There is an irony isn’t there? The entire Wold service and  its home is called  Bush House.   It’s what george would’ve wanted.  

It is now 3.30pm my writing time is Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday. Shit. Damn. What have I done.  I haven’t done this in a long time, but this is what I do.  Aand I don’t recommend it to anyone.  I find myself a bar and I sink a few, while making notes. The notes become increasingly illegible. And then I go home.