Buried in one drawer are some clothes I really don't know what to do with. Four t-shirts. Four branded t-shirts. Four t-shirts with the logo of an employer on them.
Posts about "BBC"
I went up to our acting boss in February 2015 and told her I would soon be leaving London for Manchester. I implied I'd be resigning. Cos that was what I was planning to do. My job was in London. I was moving to Manchester. It made sense. But that wasn't to be. Instead, I started working from home.
It was the day that some of us feared would never happen. But it has. Today BBC Radio 6music has reached the age of ten and it's going strong.
Come, enjoy the title sequence to Around the World with Willy Fogg, a 1980s masterpiece shown on CBBC which took Jules Verne's classic novel and turned all the characters in to animals wearing waistcoats.
Who wants to watch programmes on their computer when you've got a nice big television set instead?
So today is my last day at the BBC. I joined Auntie with a three month contract in January 2000. It was Greg Dyke's first day too. I like to think that I taught him everything he knew during his stint there. Somehow I managed to last eleven and a half years before saying goodbye.
I was about eight when I first stepped foot in the BBC's New Broadcasting House in Manchester. Having grown up in the area there was a tingle of excitment as we were given a tour of the building and shown the steps which John Munday and Stuart Hall walked up every night in order to watch North West Tonight. We weren't shown what was at the top of the steps, just the steps themselves.
Announcing what I'm currently working on
Whilst I said no to following my job to Salford some time ago (a whopping 18 months in fact) some people within my team have recently been brought into scope for the move and as such it's barely a week that goes by that doesn't involve some exciting news or inspiring knowledge appearing in my inbox all designed to show just how great the new offices will be.
Baring the minor miracle of getting some dream job, it means I'm likely to be leaving the BBC next June, pocketing a redundancy cheque in the process.