Leah O'Donovan

So, Tim and I were supposed to go along with our good friends Dave and Mendy to see the filming of The IT Crowd at Pinewood Studios in between Uxbridge and Slough in Buckinghamshire. It’s outside London by quite a bit. We had our tickets, which were free, and were excited to see the show. It’s one of Tim’s favourites. Well, much to our chagrin we were unaware that the email stated that entry was subject to capacity. The email was three bloody pages long! We couldn’t be bothered to read it all for goodness sake. Needless to say we were not let in. In point of fact, we were directly behind the last four in the queue to be let in: Sod’s/Murphy’s Law I suppose. We’d driven all that way and Mendy and Dave had rushed to make a train to meet us there and paid for a taxi from the station.

Thankfully, all was not lost. We agreed to go find a pub and have some food and/or drinks. We found a nice one and plopped ourselves down. The discussion turned to what this blog should be called. Dave threw out some excellent ideas; he is a writer after all. LODblog and blogovan are just a couple I can remember. Then Mendy came out with ‘Verbal DiarLeah.’ This was immediately met with laughs and my remark that I’d like to avoid anything to do with feces. At this point Mendy shouted, much louder than I’m sure she intended to, that ‘Feces sells!’ I simply laid my head down, laughing hysterically, while Mendy turned bright red as we all pointed out that she had shouted that quite loudly in the middle of a rather quiet country pub. It definitely made the evening and gave me some great fodder for the blog in question.

So I now put it to you, the ‘masses’ that read this blog. Verbal DiarLeah anyone? We all agreed it was a great play on words. What better way to describe a blog than verbal diarrhea and combine it with the diary of Leah. And of course, as most of you who know me well will probably agree, I have been known to suffer with verbal diarrhea on occasion. Feel free to give me your ideas on this rather inventive, if slightly odd, pending name.

It was a good night overall, despite the tragic and disparaging start. An evening in Buckinghamshire with good friends is always far better than watching EastEnders (I’m not ashamed) and other mindless telly on a Friday night.