If living in London teaches a person one thing it’s that timing’s mean nothing: when a Londoner say’s “I’ll be there in 10 minutes” you should expect to wait 25 at the very minimum because of our fantastically quirky public transport system where we rely on old buses, overcrowded tubes and a road system that’s designed to penalise the driver, journeys that should take 10 minutes take 30 at least.
And when you live in London you either learn to be a person that factors time into their journeys each day in order to arrive on time despite delays, or you learn to be a person who just ignores timings completely. I fall quite contentedly into the second category: I honestly don’t give a shit when it comes to timings, if I’m late, I’m late, and I’ll take great pleasure in deriding the public transport system, the people that run it, and the idiots who don’t know how to use it to excuse my inability to factor extra time into journeys in order to turn up on time.
I’ve never been great at being punctual, my life is lived in the here and now, and I very rarely plan my day in any great details, I normally keep a small list of tasks that must be accomplished, but how and when they’re accomplished is all on a whim of however my day pans out. I love spontaneity and if something I’m doing is more interesting, exciting or engrossing than something else I had planned then whatever I’m doing will take precedence until I’m either finished or until the the very last moment I can get to whatever was planned without missing all of it.
I think that’s why I enjoy working in the media/new media arena as much as I do: The whole industry is so dynamic, day to day you don’t know what’s going to happen, how the system is going to change, even day to day whether or not you have a job or company left to run. It’s scary, but it’s so damn exciting you don’t notice the scary bits. I was going to say it’s a bit of a roller-coaster, but that’s such a crap cliche I won’t.