So, I’ve mostly been listening to Rochelle-music for the last few days, at least while at home. My usual Radio 1 type listening habits haven’t changed. And Jo Whiley played this cheery sounding song by Lilly Allen (yeah, annoying myspace page) called LDN (here’s the video which I’ve not managed to suck down onto my computer, annoyingly).
Anyhow, it’s one of those fun things where the music’s desparately cheery but the song’s actually… not. Knowing it was out as a vinyl single I looked for it (it’s just that kind of music) – and… found out it was a limited edition of 500 that sold out within 4 hours… One copy is on e-bay at the moment for… 50 quid. That’s a bit more than I was intending to pay. Anyway so, I’m nabbingĂ‚Â her album, see if it grabs me the way that music does sometimes.
I got home today and there was a big pile of post – and I looked at it, lying face down on the floor and tried not to get my hopes up. I thought ‘I won’t expect there to be an interview doojit there, but it’d be nice if there was’. There wasn’t. *sighs*. It would be nice to at least get to interview in one or two of the posts I’ve applied for. Or any really. It’s starting to do my self confidence not-a-lot-of-good, in the way that job hunting does.
Ah well. Another day, another form. Wish me luck. Lots of it. Good luck. Ideally lorries filled with good luck turning up and deposting fresh gooey loads of good luck all over my car and my front garden. Perhaps filling the bath with it, so I could bathe in good luck…
