Look. It's getting late and I'm sat here watching a DVD of the pilot episode for the new "Battlestar Galactica". I think I might as well face it: I'm not going to get around to writing that post about the wedding tonight.
Do you know what I'm going to do instead?
I'm going to watch the end of the pilot and then I'm going to go to bed with my lovely wife.
Life's a bitch, huh?
Incidentally, in case my post below wasn't very clear, I'm going to be blogging Glastonbury for the BBC. They've sent me a smartphone, and I was having a play with the application I'm supposed to be using.
I'll be posting here, and then the feed will get syndicated to the BBC Glastonbury website.
Incidentally, although I'm very pleased that they asked me to do it, I wouldn't want you to think that they approached me completely out of the blue or that I'm going to be the only person doing this. I responded to a request for volunteers, and I guess they must have thought that I looked like a responsible sort. I imagine that I will be one amongst many.
Well, it should be fun, right?