OK, it's been a quiet week on DMfM.

Truth is, there's been a lot going on for me, and that has made me too busy and/or tired to feel like writing.

One day, when things are more settled, I'll tell you all about it, but not right now.

However...

Radio Maxathon
Meanwhile, last week was also busy because I did a record three radio shows, on KUVO - , in one week.

They were all mostly good, except for a small technical hitch on Friday, where no-one had re-pointed the satellite dish for the news feed from NPR. Ever the professional, I had a nice tune standing by for such an emergency.

Oddly enough, the listeners seemed to prefer Red Garland over hearing about the latest BS from our so-called President, and his henchmen.

One interesting development lately, as I've become used to radio broadcasting, is that I'm starting to sound increasingly like John Peel and/or Mark Radcliffe, in my presentation style. This is entirely a sub-conscious thing, and in no way related to the fact that both men are radio gods.

Sadly, my Hapless Boy Tim was unable to make it to the .

Word Whore
I have also been working on some articles for a magazine. Anything that gets published will result in much-needed hard cash in my pocket.

I'm seriously thinking of parading my (writing) wares around a few other publications. It can't hurt, surely?

If any of you have any ideas, leave a comment.

Rain Man
This afternoon's thunderstorm waited until I was exactly as far from the house as I was planning to go during my walking the dogs, whilst wearing just a t-shirt and jeans, before unleashing a torrent of rain upon me.

The dogs and I waited under a number of trees, but ended up sprinting most of the way home. Both dogs couldn't believe their luck as they got to have a good run, even though they weren't off-leash.

This was all going well, until I stopped running to open the back gate. At this point my body pointed out to me that it was, in fact, severely out of practice with this sort of healthy running nonsense, and it wasn't going to put up with any more of this behaviour, thank you very much.

After I'd caught my breath (about five days later), I decided that I actually felt good for having run, and that I really should go back to the gym.

Once my senses had returned, I dismissed this idea for the blatant idiocy it was.