Hello, hello, hello, it’s me, Cathy! Regular readers (all seven) may have noticed that I have been somewhat quiet on the rantings front of late. This is because… [drum roll...] I’ve been off catching a job or two.
I’m delighted to say that I will be leaving The Grocer for Which? magazine four weeks from now, hurrah! Of course I’ll miss the Crawley – or, more specifically, Broadfield – ambience, but I guess I’ll get used to all those shops, cafés, bars, bright lights and so on in the end. Much sadness to be leaving Kitty and the Bamfordettes though. (Also known as The Grocer’s subs desk.)
And as if that wasn’t enough, I’ve also been signed up for three trial shifts at the Sunday Times (thanks Kit), starting this weekend, plus two more shifts at the Guardian… erm… also starting this weekend. Well, we all know that days off are for sissies. (Yikes. Luckily I have managed to engineer a week off between finishing at The Grocer and starting at Which?.)
Bizarrely, the blog played a part in all three of these opportunities. I never foresaw that when I set it up one quiet day last autumn – I just wanted to share word nerd things (today’s favourite is a hyphen crime: “The ad stars a weedy, wannabe-rock star singing into his hairdryer.”
Anyway, yes, I’m on the move. Now… how long is it going to take until I don’t wince every time I put that question mark on the end of my new employer’s title? Hmm…
Very happy. 
Ps. This does, of course, mean The Grocer is looking for a new sub-editor to replace me. If you want details, give me a shout and I’ll spill the beans (and other clichés).
