Liverpool Duck Tours

[raven]

Somehow or other I have managed to find the only computer in the newsroom with internet access. At least people are always typing here - I shouldn't be doing this, I should be looking up information for a three-hundred-word feature about family things to do at the Albert Dock, but what can I say, I'm addicted to livejournal. As are we all.

And what do you know, I've found exactly what I'm looking for - a site all about Liverpool's Duck Tours. I have no idea why this is worth putting in the newspaper, but they're letting me write it, which can only be a good thing. Apparently the Powers That Be liked my Beatles article enough to let me write this. For some reason, I seem to be writing a lot more articles than Sarah. She's moaning that all she gets to do is type up letters, and I haven't done any of those for a while. There's someone new in this morning - her name's Jenny, and she's spent the last few hours battling with a four-thousand-word letter some Protestant supremacist has written whilst pissed and sent into the paper. She's had to trim it down to three hundred words, and has been reading out the more choice bits for the edification of all.

As always, everyone knows everyone in a small town. I rang up a woman to interview her about a performance of Die Fledermaus in Southport, and she turned out to know both Pedar and lilka. It was quite worrying. In fact, it's worrying how many people know Pedar around here. The amount of times someone's eyes have fallen on my name and they've exclaimed, "Oh, you're his daughter!"

It'll be lunch soon, and I'll be thinking of gamesiplay whilst I buy my sandwich.

Comments

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you said that. I thought I was the crazy one.