Friday, 8 July 2011

My Magnificent Return to the FT

I realise that my blog is becoming a little self-induldgent and merely reporting on other things I've done. But rest assured that something'll rile me up soon and I'll have something to complain about.

In the meantime, here is another update from my work at the FT as previously promised.

As promised also, I have even more exciting news that last week; this Tuesday I HAD A STORY PUBLISHED! My article – Investors face volatile solar industry outlook – was rather a surprise when I was told it would be published, but published it is and it is currently online for your delectation and delight (more my delectation and delight, but oh well).

To read it you will, unfortunately, need to sign up to the free trial of the FT,so if you're interested in the global investment future of solar panels then its your lucky day. If not, then please read it anyway.

Hopefully this'll be the start of more articles for me, possibly not for the FT, as I had very little knowledge of what I was writing about in this article, but we shall see.

I had another terrifying lunchtime, though. I was certain to avoid returning to EAT. so I set to find a Tesco to simply buy a simple lunch. I set off, brilliantly, in the wrong direction and after 20 minutes I realised that a Tesco, or similarly familiar and uncomplicated shop, was becoming unlikely to find. I turned back and had to begin my search elsewhere.

After around 40 minutes of walking around in the sweltering heat, I was getting desperate and evermore doubting that I'd eat lunch that day. Then, gratifyingly, as I crossed the Thames a Tesco Express poked its head around the corner and my woes were lessened, I hastened in and selected a sandwich, some crisps and a drink.

Now I had to find my way back to a place I'd only visited twice before and it started badly. I shan't bore you any longer but I got lost behind the Tate and was very grateful to return back into the air conditioned interior of the FT and hide away from the heat.


In other, musical-related news, the programme and CD cover are in their final stages of design and production, so look forward to seeing those on the 19th when I expect you to be attending. Recording for the CDs is taking place next week before the casts' concentrations are diverted wholly to the night in question.

11 days to go!

Monday, 4 July 2011

Working at the FT

Last week I had a day working at the FT which was thoroughly bamboozling, although the scariest part of this day was my lunch break.

I left the Financial Times building and found my way to the embankment where I quickly found the food shop EAT. (the full stop is part of the name, annoyingly. The following lower case 'a' is not a mistake) as the looming rain clouds were slowing beginning a gentle release of their load.

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I strode into the shop and selected a steak and cheese toastie and joined the queue. A foreign woman soon approached me and demanded I handed over said toastie, which she quickly disappeared with. I was then called to the service desk and I was greeted my another foreigner, this time a man. He seemed to think that I was having vegetable soup for lunch, as he continually asserted 'vegetable soup' at my mystified face while I, in my bemusement and fear, could only mutter out the unsure assertion that a woman had taken my steak and cheese toastie. He then found a ham and cheese toastie and decided I must eat that and I continued to tell him he was mistaken in my nervous way before he gave up and told me to just go and retrieve the snack I so desired. I, to this day, have no idea what that bloody woman did with my lunch, but I wish she could have let me walk it the 4 yards from queue to counter.

After my awful experience along the river, I returned to the FT and set to work on a video about the economy or something - I still don't know what the woman was talking about, see if you can decipher it. This video's now up on the ft.com and you should give it a look, even if it's just to see that I'm the credited producer of it. How weird's that?

Give it a lovely little click for the actual website
I also updated the 'Most popular in FTfm' section, which is a little less exciting, but still cool.

Clickity click
I am returning tomorrow, so I shall report back if I do anything else exciting.

For now, make sure you're subscribed to the Jono: The Muscial Podcast to see sections of the In Joke Guide every day for the next couple of weeks.

Friday, 1 July 2011

United

This is a story I wrote a few months ago and has been sitting on my desktop helplessly since, so I thought I'd do something with it. Please let me know what you think in the comments below.


I raced across the dry landscape, scorching everything in my path. I had to get to him. My soul burned for him, it had been years since I’d had him, I needed him. My plan was simple enough. Get from the west to him. He was in the air, coming my way, but I couldn’t wait.

I travelled pretty much as-the-crow-flies, I held no sentiment for who was in my path, I would destroy any man, woman or child who stepped in my way, I would tear my way through the bush, I would leave a trail of destruction. I just had to get to him.

My path began far east of the continent, close to South America, but now I was flying. Hurtling towards the rich east coast of Australia. Below me was nothing but turbulent ocean. Why had she started this again? I thought she was over this.

The swirling waves and dark, hateful cyclone pushed me on towards her.

We had had our troubles, but all we needed was each other. He was flying to get to me, I was speeding towards him. We could finally be united, with him I was safe. My problems drifted away. He was my equal and opposite. He knew what I needed.

Scarlett was uncontrollable without me. No-one understands her needs like I do. She had become utterly obsessive, she was dangerous. I was her cold shower, I could give her the perspective to end her mad escapades.

I loved him, I always will.

She would never listen. I could never be what she wanted me to be. I tried to make her happy but she was forever blinded by delusion. I had tirelessly fought my instincts, it was my duty to help. For some reason, this time it felt different, like this time something big would happen.

This time I knew it would be different. He refused to admit it before, this time he was going to tell me. He would save me, take me away from here and we could be happy forever.

My journey ploughed on, the scattered ashes of my past were behind me. None of it mattered. Everything to sustain me was laid out before me, I merely had to step forward to accept it. My Walt, coming for me. He could save me, he could take me away from this baron place.

I don’t know where this side of her had come from. She used to be controllable, helpful, such a warm person. Then it snapped, she broke away and became a menace. I was the only one able to manage her, but I had my own life to lead, I didn’t want to be stuck with her my entire life. I feared she longed for exactly that.

Everyone knew we were meant to come together, apart we were dangerous; together we could relax and just be with each other.

My journey continued. I raced past nameless towns, their inhabitants were worthless when Walt flashed into my memory. As I left these small clustered communities my journey was lonelier, the open countryside was laid bare before me. I found these periods difficult to cross, I longed for company. Without Walt, my desperation grew.

The lights of the East Coast glinted on the horizon, as if the stars had migrated from the cloud-filled sky to inhabit the Earth. The tiny packets of light burst towards my eye, just how Scarlett’s smile used to. The sharp spark she used to possess had dulled to the generic glow of life. Once beautiful, she’d dulled with over-familiarity and had become ugly, a pain, something to despise and fight against.

Through everything, Walt had always returned to me. Society feared me, shrunk back from me, but Walt never gave up. The desolate land around me reminded me of the pointlessness of life here. If only I could be up there with him, all would be well.

We were both equals and opposite, created together and we would end together, too. Drawn together but continually pushed apart.

The lights of Brisbane flitted below me. They were now gone. I gazed to my right. The North. Directly up there was the beauty of Indonesia and the technological wonder of Japan, but my path was not destined there this time I was heading into the wild. On my left, the South. The swirling Southern Ocean and the majestic Antarctic, nor was my journey ever destined for there. I shall never see the towering icebergs or the tenacious life that holds on there. Here I was, gliding over a dead land. Water rarely fell here and when it did – as it was right now – the droplets blasted the dusty ground, it was unable to drink them down and flash floods were a common after the rain. I could already see the water pooling, drowning the wind-bent shrubs below inches of water.

The thought of Scarlett re-entered my head. Her smog slowly encapsulated me, I needed to snuff her out and free myself. I didn’t need her, I had life away from her. I should have been somewhere else. It shouldn’t have ever been my responsibility to tend to her.

He would soon be here, I could feel it in the air. I surged forward, keen to embrace him. As I rushed forward there must have been a menace in my eye, they panicked and ran from me, afraid. As if their old friend had turned into something alien, something fearful. Unfazed, I continued. None of them mattered anyway.

Her daunting size loomed into view, it was obvious why she was treated  with such trepidation. Spread across kilometres of scrubland, she incinerated everything in her path, sparing neither man, nor beast. She would have eventually burnt herself out, but I couldn’t wait for that day. I had to end it.

As I neared, I could feel her warmth – the glow that everyone once loved – drifting up towards me, it warmed me through and I begun to despise my role in this. I wished there could have been another way, she was a gorgeous spectacle to behold. But this was the only solution.

His colossal power and girth blackened the sky, darkening my vision, but I illuminated my own path. He came to rectify me and drag me away. The sooner I got to him, the sooner I could be safe.

He cascaded down upon me, the sweet affection I expected was replaced with a cruel, cold attack; washing out my love. He tore through me, he spared me no sympathy. The pain blinded me, a thick fog clouded my vision, but we both knew it was necessary to unite us.

I had to do it, I couldn’t let her continue as she was. She had torn through so many people already. It pained me to snuff her out so quickly.

I drifted upward, I had transformed in such a brief moment to be like him. My silky appearance rose up, towards him. As I drew closer I felt secure, the madness of the past weeks was gone. In a few minutes we’d be together.

Gazing down, my task was complete. The silver trails of her rose up towards me, soon fading to nothing.

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The two natural forces came together in an epic clash. The cyclone swept over the bush fire that man had fought for weeks and snuffed it out in an instant. The drowned path behind the storm showed the fury of the rain, it had pounded the dusty ground and gushed through towns and villages. It rushed away cars, roofs and livelihoods and dumped them unceremoniously downstream. The blackened path to the west was equally squalid, huge swathes of land had been scarred by the flames, scouring homes, farmland and scrubs for any trace of life.

These landscapes were now calm in their destruction, comparably tranquil when placed next to the wing of smoke billowing up from the point where nature collided with itself.

I hope you liked it.

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