Phyrephox>
Thanks for the explanation. Bah! Much as I's like to be able to say "this situation requires an act of magistration, and I am a magistrate, so let me pass, won't you?", I'll be blowed if I'm doing it for free.
K-CC>
Yes! That's what I'm after. My own studio/workshop on a moderately busy industrial estate somewhere. You'd have radio 4 on permanently, punctuated by the occassional sound of activity outside (scaffolding poles clanging, workers whistling, electric motors whirring, huge machines in the distance). Visits from local stray cats. Hours would be spent sipping strong, hot tea, listening to other people work, or standing around out the back (concrete floor with interesting looking dust and debris blowing about) chatting to people in brown overalls, also sipping tea. I would spend much longer than is really neccessary making things (no idea what) which would inspire people to say "that's fucking brilliant!" and give me much more money for them than is really neccessary.
Thunking again, though, my ideal ideal job would involve travelling aimlessly about the UK on trains and buses (branch lines and suburban routes, between the rush hours), thinking up stupid ideas which I would sell to people to turn into stories, novels, films etc.
No, I know - being paid to make mix tapes / compilations. A warehouse full of records - every record ever made, in fact, constantly updated - to draw from. I could do that in the evenings. And yes, it'd have to be proper records, not just mp3s. That would be too easy, and I want to get away from staring at a PC screen all day. |