The Hell-Bent Frenetic Crazy-Paced Mad Rush

Quite often, working in television is a constant panic to keep all the balls in the air at once, trying to accommodate local, interstate and international stories for several bulletins, entering scripts and jumping between feeds to check stories to tape and catching the occasional update from the studios. You can easily go for several hours without stirring from your chair - if you're not careful, without looking away from the screen. It's stressful and heart-thumping and quite exciting.

And then there are days when nothing is happening. Not a sausage.

And when nothing is happening here, NOTHING is happening, and I can't think of anything to write about and you get a bit carried away hitting
'Next Blog' and funding your ever-more-desperate descent into debt by looking at THIS collection of general fabulousness. (For which I hold you entirely responsible, Ms "Oh, They've Got These Fabulous Watches". You've created a monster.)