RTE
by Tommy
The RTE radio studio
Time: 12:30
Alexia said I should make sure that I blog my RTE adventures when I get home tonight. Very good idea, but with 3 hours til my interview with ICE, why not start it now?
So here I am, on one the comfy armchairs behind the main reception, wondering if there be any other tweeters in the studio today. I should cajole someone into doing a show about Twitter, and we could have a tweetup on air.
I moved here from the canteen, which is a big glass building with, surprisingly, lots of tables. I arrived at roughly 11:15 so I’ve a long wait until the time that they told me to be here. What happened was that Mum had a meeting at 10:00 and Dad had a flight and had to be at the airport at 13:00. This left us with an.. interesting problem, which resolved itself by me suggesting that I just be dropped at RTE early.
Time: 12:47
What do I think of RTE? It keeps in line with the government buildings i’ve seen. That is, that this didn’t exactly string out of the ground for nothing. It’s a visually striking building with a swanky interier. Before I go on, I’m probably going to use that word a lot. Swankiness is a word to describe something that is… je nais se qua. Impressive, expensive, posh without bring officious. The Bloscars’ Hotel was swanky. It’s not negative, just an adjective.
Time: 13:37 (what a time!)
Back in the reception after a fruitless attempt to locate on of my Twitter friends in the canteen. I also wandered down to the RTE radio station, which was cool.
When I came back, I was having trouble with the big heavy door. A guy in a suit comes up behind me and helps me. I turn around to thank him and I recognize him. He’s on our TV at 6 every day! Brian Dobson!
Also, when I went down to the canteen the second time round, I saw two more TV peeps. David Davin-Power and a guy who’s name escapes me, but does that show on Saturday mornings. Sattitude?
Time: 15:01
Got moved upstairs by someone from ICE to one of RTE’s upstairs waiting rooms. If I’m not very much mistaken, it’s the same one we went to after the Late Late Show last April after John and Patrick were on it. I met Pat Kenny that night too. What can you take from the fact that I’m back here? Especially the fact that I’m on my own? I’m a solo bird now! :)
Ugh. Just remembered something. I meant to cut my effing nails before I came up to Dublin but it all the hobbly hoy of getting up at 06:30 I forgot to. Fail.
On an unrelated subject, I think all the slagging about Tommy being loud-mouthed and whatever have had a direct effect on me. See, on three seperate occasions today I’ve had people tell me to speak up. ‘Sorry, what did you say?’ has also appeared. I didn’t have headphones, wasn’t looking away, just was talking too softly. Weird
Where the magic happens
Time: 15:37
Sitting on the floor. Charging my iPhone. Want it to last until I get back to the car and the car charger. What is it with people and not putting wall chargers beside chairs? Suppose some of this blame should go to Apple for making such bloody short iPhone cables.
They should be coming for me to shoot in about 10 minutes. Looking forward to it.
Hmm. I should probably decide what I’m talking about, shouldn’t I?
Yay! RTE-slip-that-means-I-don’t-have-to-pay-the-taxi-50-quid!
Time: 20:33
Home. Oh so tired. Snoozefest time