New Adventures in Lunch

So this week’s adventures have taken me on voyages away from the safe haven of Hammersmith (and the odd state of amiable truce with the legal bods) to the busy and distressingly Christmas light filled world of Soho. I scheduled my first ever solo business meeting (which required a pretence of a sheen of professionalism for a whole three minutes), discussed rock, roll and 80s Grand Prix politics over a so-called rostrum shoot (making bits of newspaper spin theatrically a la 50s B movies) and came distressingly close to repeating my foible of a couple of months ago of breaking a string on a guitar I had no business playing.

However, the fineries of Soho extend far beyond fresh air and dodging animal rights activists with their steely glares and determination to speak to me no matter how loud my headphones, and mostly towards a glittering array of lunch options that take Hammersmith’s finest Pizza Hut all-you-can eat (and the 8 plate challenge) and wipe the floor with it. Il Burrito, I salute you. Also a tip of the hat to the subservient servants who blessed my afternoon helping cut a sales promo with limitless tea, chocolate and ice cold water. It seems the editing industry is no different to any other, in that the path to success is lined with a litany of teabags and unyielding politeness in the face of your bosses’ most pointless demands.

I did get to try my hand at an oft maligned art form though: the voiceover. My debut audition in the field was to try and blag a slot reciting a lengthy list of superlatives about F1 Rocks, but in the end my attempt at gravelly movie style (inspired by Sky Sports football trailers) was beaten into second place by Kate’s Saaaf London sales pitch. In a role in which I’d always felt my dulcet tones were created to make waves, test one was an inglorious fail.

Nemesis update: How can I be friends with anyone who doesn’t know ‘Danger High Voltage’ by Electric Six? Maybe we’re about to hit a politeness recession.. Watch this space.