Day 6: The Day I Was Nearly Assassinated

Had to wake up early this morning as my colleague, Shane, and I were due to pitch an idea to the  Creative team at 9am. I don't normally get the train at Bushey this early. The last time I did this I embarrassed myself pretty badly.

It was a really busy morning and people were queuing to get on the train. I managed to get on but found myself squashed against a commuter who was insistent on reading the Financial Times on my head. One of the women who had boarded in front of me made an announcement to the rest of the carriage. 'Excuse me everyone', she called out. 'Can someone please offer me a seat as I'm pregnant?' Immediately somebody got up and offered the lady his seat. I thought I'd try to be funny. I really wanted a seat so I made an announcement. 'Excuse me everyone. I'm also pregnant. Can someone please offer me a seat?'...Silence...Not a chuckle, not even a smirk. I guess you can't really expect more than a tut from London commuters. What made it far more embarrassing, however, is that I looked down to see the CEO of my company staring back at me. I guess he gets the same early train.

Got to Holborn at about 8.30am. On the way to the office there is a really busy road that's quite difficult to cross. I was standing on the edge of the pavement waiting for the red man to turn green. Motorbikes, cars and lorries were hurtling past. Suddenly, I felt a violent two-handed shove in my back and I stumbled into the road. Luckily I managed to get back onto the pavement pretty quickly. I turned round...little old Chinese lady. I'm reasonably convinced it was a deliberate assassination attempt.

The pitch went reasonably well and the rest of the morning was relatively uneventful. However, someone did send me an article from the BBC News website about a racing commentator who accidentally posted a message intended for his wife on the racecourse Twitter page. It said something like 'Oh and by the way, I want your hot body tonight babe'. Amazing! I do feel a bit of sympathy for him though. There have been several times when I've sent texts to the wrong person. One that springs to mind is when I sent a text that was meant for Tamara to the Rabbi telling him that I love him.

Went to grab some soup from Pret A Manger at lunchtime. As I was walking out, I noticed a man pacing towards me. He was red in the face and looked furious. He shouted 'Who do you think you are? I'm gonna f*cking nut you!' I froze. They've sent another assassin, I thought. My panic resided when I realised that he was on his phone using an earpiece.

Got home at about 6.30pm, got changed and headed straight over to Northwood. My friend, Marc, had invited me over for dinner with his family tonight as my parents are away. I tell a lie...I invited myself over there because Jake has refused to cook me any more food. After dinner, Marc and I spent the rest of the evening working on a new project. It's a bit different and we're fairly sure it hasn't been done before, which both of us are quite excited about.

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