
(Anyone who responds to my title line with 'public transport' or any variation thereof gets summarily shot. Just sayin'.)
Seriously, of all the places I expected to be at twenty past two on a Friday afternoon, three blocks from a studio in Battersea to do an interview with a bona fide "Hey It's That Guy" was not one of them. Not, mind you, that I am complaining. Please don't think that I am complaining. I'm ... actually just trying to get the babbling out of my system.
But yeah, twenty minutes before interview time, less than a five-minute walk from my destination, I think now it's safe to say that holy hell I'm interviewing Colin Ferguson.
No, I don't have a dedicated list of questions that I am going to ask him. I know along what lines I will be asking questions but after thinking about it, I realised that interviewing is a lot like STing, at least insofar as you're not interviewing for a job or something. Sure, you can start off knowing exactly what you're doing, but if you try too hard to keep things on a particularly narrow course, you may end up losing out. So I have a general game plan more than an actual question list. This should work out fine - I'm good on the fly. I also have a little digital Dictaphone (I have no idea what the facilities are like and I don't handwrite that fast, so a recording device was a must) and ... going on fifteen minutes. I should get out of here. If I don't get a cigarette before I get into this, I am going to go insane.
Wish me luck!