Diary of a Notting Hill Nobody | 29 August 2009

Monday

Mr Grayling is running the show this week. Am exhausted already. Had been hoping to kick back and do a bit of riding. Fat chance with Robocop in charge.

He’s moved on from talking about Jeremy Kyle to The Wire and is obsessed with the idea that Britain is in the grip of urban warfare, that the collapse of civilised life as we know it is upon us, and that we’re all about to die in a savage, drug-fuelled gun-and-knife-crime epidemic. All of which seems to leave him incredibly excitable.

‘Do you think I’ll get on the Ten O’Clock? Do you think I’ll get in front of Libya? Libya’s weeks old now, isn’t it?’ Had to tell him he would be ‘at least as famous as DD’ by the end of the week, it was the only way to get any peace. Otherwise I would just be rewriting his speech to make it a prophecy of Armageddon. I’ve already exhausted the online thesaurus options for ‘brutal’. How tedious.

Tuesday

I do wish Dave hadn’t talked about Sam eating pasta while watching The Wire in his Grazia interview. It just confuses things and makes Mr Grayling even more agitated. He is now terrified that Dave will think he has ‘stolen his metaphor’. Actually wants me to call Dave and explain that he came up with his mention of The Wire before Dave did his interview. Also that he never meant to suggest that the sort of TV shows Sam enjoys with a plate of spaghetti are in any way immoral or based on a ‘horrendous drug world’, as his speech might have inadvertently, or indeed explicitly, implied.

Put my application in for Gosport. V tasteful it was too.