Under the glare I tapped, typos accumulating:
At present I’m typing away here to provide a colour shot for the camera guys on a shoot for a item on Frontseat, which shows on Sunday nights. They wanted to talk to me abpout the gret ticketek blog scandal of 2004.
So the Ticketek thing still has legs, it would seem. Me, I’ve given up on them, but others haven’t, yet.
The other day I got an email out of the blue (OK, via the rather well-connected noizyboy) from Julie who wanted to phone me about Ticketek and what happened here. So we had a chat. And I must have passed muster because then she wanted to do an interview.
So that’s how I ended up in front of the camera this afternoon.
I didn’t feel too nervous at the time. However in the hours afterwards I was seized with stomach cramps which I thought was the sign of some sort of delayed reaction. But (putting this as delicately as possible) I was just full of shit.
And that probably goes for my spot on telly too. Be watching on the Sunday closest to the Ides of March.
And we shall see.