Back to the office and a chance to redeem myself in the editor’s meeting. Expecting the old dragon to go round the table asking what stories we were working on she changed the goal posts and asked what stories that we thought were important had caught our eye over the weekend. Shit! I hadn’t prepared for that one. I saw the intern next to me sneakily pull up the New York Times on her Mac Book. Luckily for me the girl before me said something about the Olympics so I just piggied back of her answer and managed to bring my answer around to the stories I was working on. The Hotel Frank boycott not being of national importance I focused on the Olympics, again!
Work, work work...which generally includes emailing people and trawling the main newspapers and lesser known titles for any germ of an idea for a story.
After work I cycled back home, I still haven’t found a route home that doesn’t include a heart busting hill but hopefully I’ll have a butt like Jane Fonda by the time I get back.
I downloaded ‘Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe’, a great film and a real tearjerker. I was blubbing for about half the film. It made me think about something that Peter had said in the office about how British society is probably just as racist as American society. This may on average be true now but we just don’t have the massive baggage that America does in terms of racial segregation. And we were a darn site less keen on lynching people. I might have to bring up these arguments in future conversations but maybe there are some subjects that a Brit abroad should avoid!
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