We're only a tiny speck in this vast universe, so...
I was writing in the Express Newspaper Today about classic Christmas dilemmas that most of us face with the people we might love or at least care about in the coming Christmas and New Year's weeks. Check it out if you’re facing a relative that you don't get on with, or is a ‘know it all’ and always puts people's noses out of joint… you know the sort of thing.
Last night the Hammersmith Apollo were locked with Nine Lessons and Carols for Godless People. The writer and comedian Robin Ince was on fire with his own stand-up as well as MCing the event. The highlights from me included Robin, Al Murray on top form as the pub landlord, Dara O’Briain (who had too short a time!), Chris Addison (one of the stars in The Thick of It), and a veritable roll call of smart comedians and accomplished professors including Richard Dawkins and Brian Cox. Brian Cox had the most phenomenal imagery from the Hubble space scope. Honestly, makes you feel like a speck on a speck, on a speck of dust, within our vast universe.
TODAY’S THOUGHT: although it was comedy in a good cause last night there were a couple poignant moments that made me realise once again (a most regular realisation!) that we are here for a tiny amount of time and the one thing that counts is the people you love. Bizarrely it made me feel incredibly "spiritual" even though it was a humanist and rationalist event. Forget Christmas stress, put aside how undermined you feel by your boss, forget your bitchy colleagues - and instead focus on your loved ones because we lose sight of this so easily.
Torn between feeling that Copenhagen has been hugely disappointing and feeling that at least it's a start of really getting to grips with international agreement. It leaves one fact staring out at us above all else: that each of us must do our best in our own lives to leave smaller carbon footprints!
Meeting up with one of my ex-producers from when I was at LBC radio tonight - haven't seen him for 18 months. He's a complete sweetheart and I'm so glad we're reconnecting over a Christmas drink.
No matter how sweet Joe McElderry is he wasn't ‘owed’ the Christmas No. - quite rightly a point has been made and if you can self-bleep out some of the swear words I love Rage against the Machine - reminds me of being a ‘punk-ette as a young teenager.
Enjoy your day, Pam X