Suddenly there’s just a couple of weeks to go until I leave Edinburgh. I find this very hard to believe, although there’s a strange feeling somewhere that it definitely is happening.
I got my contract from the Beeb through the post. Black and white, there it is: job. I find this very hard to believe, although there’s a strange feeling somewhere that it definitely is happening.
Not long from now I’ll be 30 years old. I’ll have left Edinburgh, signed that contract, begun the journey to London. Three decades. Blimey. It definitely is strange.