Posts from January 2007

Because if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s sleep (January 25th, 2007)

One of the things that annoyed the living shit out of me when I was at TFP was authors announcing the details of their book deals on their blogs before we were ready to do it ourselves.
They had every right to do it, of course, and in fact it was probably only proper that they [...]



Mending fences (January 22nd, 2007)

For a hint at what I’ve been up to today, have a gander at Pond’s blog. Otherwise I’ll summarise in tags: office, battersea, work, loud music, grabbing pictures for second life book, takeaway, tired.
But that’s not the most exciting part of my day. Oh boy no. The most exciting part of my day came before [...]



Doctor future is knocking at the door, won’t someone – please – let the mam in (January 20th, 2007)

My mum has just instant messaged me.
My mum. I’m slightly shell-shocked.
Here’s the conversation in full…
sandra says:just testing if this message works
paul says:It does! Welcome to the future.
sandra says: bye
So there you have it.



There ain’t no party like an S.S. Club party (January 19th, 2007)

Much as I’d like to be at home, joining Gordon Brown and the Indian Prime Minister watching Jade get evicted from Big Brother, I’m in the office. Someone tell me how it ends, yeah? Was very pleased with The Friday Thing’s coverage though.



Lolling (January 14th, 2007)

I know posting You Tube clips is the last refuge of a scoundrel, but this cheered the hell out of me…

Update: And another thing – best piece of local journalism ever (spotted by she).



At least it was only a Shuffle (January 14th, 2007)

Bugger it all; I just dropped my iPod Shuffle down a lift shaft.
I had a bit of a day off today – it was Savannah’s birthday yesterday and after work we went on something of a bar crawl. This morning my head wasn’t really in a place for work. It wasn’t really in a place [...]



‘Acting’ being the operative word (January 7th, 2007)

So, yeah, it turns out that Nicholas Hellen, ‘acting’ news editor of the Sunday Times is a total wanker in the way he goes about his job.
I mean, seriously, click on the link and read the email. If you close your eyes you can see him sitting at his desk, masturbating furiously, imagining he’s Carl [...]



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