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For christ sakes, not rice cakes.
Apr. 5th, 2006 09:31 pmI knew that I would be a bit busy today, but that was before I managed to engineer a quite stupendous disaster on myself.
I edit two newsletters each morning. At around 2.30 in the afternoon I will usually have a fair wodge of "back-up" stuff written for the following day for both newsletters. This often gets shunted along from day to day until even I admit that, like the vegetables that have turned into mush in the fridge, the stories are past their sell-by date and have to be consigned to the bin. However, sometimes I need them and they serve as a kind of comfort blanket. Kind of like a culture for yoghurt. They help get the process in motion.
Anyway, yesterday, I managed the staggering feat of saving one newsletter (called, for the sake of argument, IIN24, because that's its name) as IIN24_50406. Which was good, because that is what I shuld have saved it as. Unfortunately I then saved IIN24 as ID_Asia_050406.
Which was bad, because it meant that I wiped all of the back-up stuff for today's issue of ID_Asia. And, to make matters worse, I did not realize that I had done this until 5am this morning, a mere three hours before ID_Asia had to be ready to send to the eager awaiting hordes in Singapore and Japan. (OK, perhaps I exaggerate a bit here, but please allow the dramatic effect).
Even worse, I didn't have much material for the other newsletter either.
But, well, needs does as needs does, and everything went out on time. Not the best pair of issues I have produced in my life, I must admit. And I couldn't be bothered to write the story about AIG sponsoring Manchester United to the tune of ten million a year. My god, what would Man Utd want with AIG? (Or rather, the other way round). I know that AIG is now run by an Essex boy, nearly all of whom these days seem to support either Arsenal or Man Utd, but AIG is hardly brand-name material in the UK or, indeed, worldwide. It's more of a commercial insurer.
I have to assume that they just want to do the deal for corporate entertainment.
We quite liked the idea of Hank Greenberg, ex-boss of AIG and considerably richer than just about anyone apart from Bill Gates, I reckon, of coming in as the sponsor of Man Utd on behalf of CV Starr, a minute Bermudian operation one of whose main purposes was to ensure that ex-AIG executives drew a nice pension. No longer.
But a meeting of Greenberg and the Glazers would be like Ali going into the ring with Tommy Hearns. Both decent fighters, but one of them would still knock out the other without much trouble.
I edit two newsletters each morning. At around 2.30 in the afternoon I will usually have a fair wodge of "back-up" stuff written for the following day for both newsletters. This often gets shunted along from day to day until even I admit that, like the vegetables that have turned into mush in the fridge, the stories are past their sell-by date and have to be consigned to the bin. However, sometimes I need them and they serve as a kind of comfort blanket. Kind of like a culture for yoghurt. They help get the process in motion.
Anyway, yesterday, I managed the staggering feat of saving one newsletter (called, for the sake of argument, IIN24, because that's its name) as IIN24_50406. Which was good, because that is what I shuld have saved it as. Unfortunately I then saved IIN24 as ID_Asia_050406.
Which was bad, because it meant that I wiped all of the back-up stuff for today's issue of ID_Asia. And, to make matters worse, I did not realize that I had done this until 5am this morning, a mere three hours before ID_Asia had to be ready to send to the eager awaiting hordes in Singapore and Japan. (OK, perhaps I exaggerate a bit here, but please allow the dramatic effect).
Even worse, I didn't have much material for the other newsletter either.
But, well, needs does as needs does, and everything went out on time. Not the best pair of issues I have produced in my life, I must admit. And I couldn't be bothered to write the story about AIG sponsoring Manchester United to the tune of ten million a year. My god, what would Man Utd want with AIG? (Or rather, the other way round). I know that AIG is now run by an Essex boy, nearly all of whom these days seem to support either Arsenal or Man Utd, but AIG is hardly brand-name material in the UK or, indeed, worldwide. It's more of a commercial insurer.
I have to assume that they just want to do the deal for corporate entertainment.
We quite liked the idea of Hank Greenberg, ex-boss of AIG and considerably richer than just about anyone apart from Bill Gates, I reckon, of coming in as the sponsor of Man Utd on behalf of CV Starr, a minute Bermudian operation one of whose main purposes was to ensure that ex-AIG executives drew a nice pension. No longer.
But a meeting of Greenberg and the Glazers would be like Ali going into the ring with Tommy Hearns. Both decent fighters, but one of them would still knock out the other without much trouble.
