Last month I wrote that I was interviewed for BBC1's The One Show. Today they phoned me to say that the feature I was on was going out tonight. I took a deep breath and phoned my mother who lives for The One Show. There was a lot of screaming, and then she had to ring off as she had "lots of phone calls to make".
My fella set the program to record but I decided not to watch it. I have a fairly nice yet completely unrealistic mental image of how I look and sound, and I didn't want to have it shattered. About 7.10 the phone rang and my mother said how great it was. She was a little bit too enthusiastic. She said Aunty Dorothy had liked it too, and would have phoned herself but she had to make the tea. I had a few emails from people who'd seen me, and they were all nice about it also.
While my fella was watching it, I peeked round the corner and saw someone with an oily t-zone who looked like a bit of a nutter. It was me.