There is an old marketing cliche, perhaps from the Max Clifford school of making a quick buck. There is no such thing as bad publicity. Seeing High Wycombe plastered all over the news yesterday was a shock. Perhaps my decision to shut out all news media in the mornings prior to arriving at my desk, needs to a rethink. I was a minute away from my house, as I came up to the second roundabout that my traffic alert kicked in, but instead of news about travel on the news, I was hearing about precautions for those lucky people heading off to sunny destinations across the globe. I was confused but paid little attention, just waiting for my CD to kick in again. I rarely have the TA on but as I had some long journeys last weekend, I switched it on. I was completely oblivious to what was going on. Even when I eventually loaded up FireFox around 9am, I was shocked to read about the grounded of flights across the UK. Chris, just nodded in agreement. Even now I knew little of how much this terrorist plot would actually hit home. A couple of hours later, Dave came onto MSN and messaged me that it was all blowing up in “Wycombe”! Perhaps not the best choice of words, but I had to question him further to finally discover that some of the suspects arrested came from Wycombe. Suddenly I went back to being that news junkie (a phase I thought I had grown out of). This was big news. Particularly when both my parents are talking about it when I get home. Never thought I would see High Wycombe headline on prime time news programme, particularly not for these negative reasons. A quick search using the name of my home town on Google News brings up over twenty pages of results. Expect more to be come out in the coming few weeks, I suppose perhaps this can give me an opportunity to give my view on events, as they happen, being a brown face.

While I was out in Leicester, I was waiting for my friends to arrive and sat down at a table downstairs, in The Quay. On the big projector, they had been showing football, but the bar manager whipped out her Sky Remote and changed it to MTV2. An indie countdown was being played but after a few minutes, she changed the channel again to MTV Base. On came a video for a song that had been growing on my recently. He reminds me of a young Michael Jackson. Perhaps it is wrong to compare someone, so early in their own solo recording career with the King of Pop, but I feel it is justified, just look at the video for Sexy Love. Lyrics are the most important aspect of a song and I absolutely love this track. I downloaded the video and watched it with the stereo on full blast in the living room this evening, magic. Maybe it is just be, but this is one of those songs that just tugs at my heart strings. Under different circumstances, it would have been the soundtrack to last weekend.

House party over at Pav’s place tomorrow night, with a summer / beach party theme, so expect some snazzy photographs over the weekend. Hopefully will get around to giving my car a nice polish on Sunday morning, before heading back home for a quiet afternoon in front of the television watching the Community Shield. Nothing else planned this weekend, so relatively quiet compared to the previous month but I’m planning to be a complete lazy slob next weekend as the Premiership season finally starts. Weekend in doors, takeaway, football on television, perhaps a DVD and nothing else.