As I hinted (buried in a link) in my last post, I have just recorded a Desert Island Discs show, which will be broadcast next Sunday. It was, unsurprisingly, great fun choosing the records....I'd done it a hundred times in my head over the years, but this was for real. (You'll have to wait and see what got into my top eight . . .)
The funny thing was that actually recording it was wonderfully engaging (like talking about yourself tends to be, lets admit it), but also totally exhausting and in the end a bit of a blur. In that respect, it was a bit like ding your PhD viva: you have occasional flashbacks to one or two questions and moments, but overall you cant actually remember what you said. And as the days go by the possibility that you might have said something really stupid starts to loom large. The difference between Desert Island Discs and a PhD viva is of course that a PhD viva isn't actually broadcast to the nation.
On the other hand, I have been feeling a bit of quiet self satisfaction of the "wouldn't my Mum and Dad be proud" variety...until I was quite properly taken down a peg or two.