Day 5 It’s Rather Hot.
I know we are missing day 4, but I will get that up soonest. I just wanted to update on today so far. I had my meeting with my business consultant from a government triggered initiative to support ex-service personnel start their own businesses. It was a rather positive experience. Now I know writing and trying to make films from my borrowed bedroom in my mum’s house has its perks, there are times when you just need that creative space and to feel more than just another hopeful. So this meeting was the first step in projecting a more focused and professional plan in my ambition to set up my own functioning media production company. They are going to teach me how to write a business plan which is going to be so helpful. When you really have to think through the fine details it’s actually quite tough. Up until now I have largely been depending on my creative spirit but it’s time to grow up.
I think Remi was wondering why I didn’t want anything to drink and I almost tried to explain that I was fasting. But what I hate is making people uncomfortable or awkward because they are drinking or eating in front of me. So I just said no thanks and instead talked about my business plan. It felt like being on Alan Sugar’s Apprentice!
The meeting took place in the Institute of Directors – just a five minute wander from Liverpool Street. I love the area actually-with Spitalfield’s around the corner, the heart of the financial body beating just beyond the station and a link should you need to the rest of London via the tube. I love it most because I can get to it from where I live without having to get onto the tube. I hate London Underground. Sorry but I do. It smells and I always feel ‘grimey’ when I emerge into the daylight like a mole.
So tell me when did it get so hot? I mean it is boiling out there. The announcer over the train was sensibly telling us all to carry a bottle of water. My sister is working at the Olympics as a Games Maker. Yesterday she described the anti-climax of it all being in the Olympic VIllage. She’s a GP registrar and was employed as someone to security check bags. She is fasting and said that she had never felt so thirsty in the whole of her life. She didn’t mind the role given to her if that’s what it was going to take to be part of the London Olympic family-but she’s just not feeling it yet.
There are signs up at the train station welcoming people to the Olympic city, and people taking photos of themselves next to them. A small group stood cheering and posing, with one member wearing pink T-shirts that said ‘Ceremonies’-in the Olympic logo jagged edge style. Lucky bloke. Watching the ceremony on TV is just not going to feel the same. I wonder if I stand in my back garden will I be able to hear faint sounds of the score ordered by Danny Boyle? I remember being about 9 years old and standing on top of the desk in my bedroom looking out of the top window to see fireworks going off somewhere near Canary Wharf at a Jean-Michel Jarre concert. Might be doing the same all these years on. I failed in my resolve to get a ticket to the opening or closing ceremony. Ah well-there’s always Brazil to try.
Once I would have wilted in this heat-not sure how hot it exactly is but let’s say very. But after Tataouine (Tunisia not Star Wars) last year and it’s scorched earth policy, I feel as if I have built a lifelong tolerance to extreme heat. I don’t like it but I don’t feel ill in it. And I was fasting last year too in 45 degrees heat. Now that’s when you are going to feel thirsty!
I think I am devoted to my blog and almost slightly addicted. I rushed home to write. It’s so exciting to see my network expanding-yesterday we had readers from the US, UK, Pakistan, India, Malaysia, Canada, EU, Singapore, Norway, France and today we have the UAE, Indonesia and Jersey added to the list. I remember sailing our boat , complete with a skipper to Jersey on our way to Saint Marlo when I was a Sandhurst cadet. I was on my Competent Crew course. I vomited all the way there from the Isle of Wight. It was an awesome trip.