Managed to get my fingers working again today. The pains in the fingers of my left hand are still there but have eased off slightly. I don’t think it is arthritis or anything like that, but probably the strain of lugging all those bundles of newspapers. I had a similar experience when I was a hack journalist mining the rockface in teletext for five years. Back in the day, I used to type a lot…and I mean a lot. My word count is up there with the professional touch typists (I think I scored 80 wpm when I was a student) and we used to do a lot of near-live stuff. Recipes on the screen for “This Morning” – yup that was us. Get the recipe faxed through from production at about 10.30, the item is on air at 11.05 with a mention five minutes later, so it has to be edited down, typed up, laid out on the screen and zap – on air within seconds across the various TV network regions of the UK. It was exciting stuff, but it takes its toll on the fingers. And so this familiar ache in my left hand reminds me of a different time when I was paid an awful lot of money to write with light.
Anyhoo, I rerecorded the “Super” track and gave it a new title – “The Sun Even Shines…” as in “the sun even shines on the dog’s arse once in a while”…
Oh look, a juggernaut…

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