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Listening In...

Okay, so I'm currently in Caffé Nero in Warwick. I'm home for the vast majority of half-term and thought I'd go find myself a nice little corner in a nice little cafe... with nice baristas!

Anyway, I'm sat here at my MacBook and I'm listening into this group of ladies speaking. They are quite a bunch too. They are accompanied by two boys taking it turns to play on a Nintendo DS whilst they speak. The oldest lady is rather plump, has frizzy grey hair and is a clear 15-20 years older than the youngest of the other ladies. She seems pretty au fait with her technological gadgets and is possession of a notepad and a large A4 lever arch folder.

Of the other three ladies, there are two with dark hair and one blonde. One of the black haired ladies, the cuter, facially, of the two, also has a notepad and is intermittently jotting some notes down. She isn't saying a lot. Her other dark-haired companion is talking a lot, although in not as articulate a way than the blonde.

I am desperately trying to discern what they are plotting. After a couple of minutes of idle chit-chat about the blonde's new MacBook Air, they suddenly slipped seamlessly into talking in a more formal manner. A meeting had obviously been called and this was the point at which the Grey-haired lady was calling to order.

The main topic of conversation is 'The Introduction'. Note the use of the definite article 'the'. This is obviously an introduction that needs rigourous planning.

There are many mentions of doing a pastiche of Dom Joly's "Moblie Phone Sketch". There is also plenty of talk about the blonde's husband's technical abilities with iMovie, thus intimating that there is to be some kind of audiovisual aspect to this introduction.

So, we're about ten minutes into the discussion and "the Audience" has just been mentioned for the first time, along with 'Exam Week'.

What are they introducing though?



The idea for this post was taken from the book No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog by Margaret Mason. The book has a smattering of useful ideas about to come up with new material for your blog, but, looking back as I am now [from 2015], my advice for writing a blog is to simply get out into the world with your notebook and record what's going on around you.

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Unknown said…
there is so much to say about this... where should i start? Cafe nero, Mac book.
George... what are you trying to imply you cheeky bastard?

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