So, George Entwistle resigns. Just to remind ourselves, this was the Director General of the BBC. I put this because in a few weeks/days/years he will be a nobody, which for him is a shame because I expect he was quite chuffed to get the DGs job. He could have been there for years and years, retiring with a fat pension and plenty of after-dinner invites. I always thought he was a bit off myself - not very personable, although why I get that impression I don't know Its not as if I know him, just an impression. Very important, impressions.
Which makes me ponder - what impression do I give? What I'd like to think of myself is, I'm sure, vastly different to what others see in me. ..but I've never been one to try and change who I am. I mean , if you did that you wouldn't be who are you are, you would be someone else and that someone else would actually be you, so you haven't changed at all. Maybe that's what they mean when someone says 'I'm a like a new man'. Or is that when you come out of the closet? Whatever it is, it's not for me. Some days I get very enthusisatic about e.g. writing a report, and think 'Ah, this is the new me, burying myself in this report'. But it doesn't last, although I do like to get things like that out of the way, but just by being 'me'. Just be yourself, I say, whatever that is.
It was a cyclocross at Woodhall Spa yesterday. I recce'ed the course relishing the ups and downs of some of the hillocks, got going and got a flipping puncture after a mile. Not even a full lap! I wasn't overly impressed but what can one do? You can have a spare bike in the pits, that's what.
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