In the week that P.J. and Duncan stormed the download charts with their 1994 hit, Let's Get Ready to Rumble, I headed up to Newcastle and Sunderland for the day to run a couple of workshops for O2. The day started well when Bea's sleepy face appeared at the landing window as I reversed out of the drive just after 6 a.m., especially as I hadn't seen her since yesterday morning.
Twelve hours later I was back at Newcastle Station ready to board the train home. I managed to entertain my fellow rail passengers when I accidentally knocked up the volume to max on my iPhone and jumped out of my skin. The polite middle-aged, middle-class men around me smiled wryly and I conveyed an expression that was essentially a facial bow to the audience. Before you ask, I was listening to Bruce Springsteen not Ant and Dec.
Arriving home bang on 10 p.m. it was a long and tiring day. Tomorrow I think any sort of rumble will be out of the question.
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