My most sincere apologies for not submitting a blog entry for last week. This was partly because I was busy on the weekend (which is when I normally sit down and ‘blog’) but also because there was very little of note to write about. But this week has been quite the reverse.
I write this on a Wednesday. I am up in London for the week, mainly on a ‘jolly’ (as my agent, Laura, called it yesterday) – although I did/do have some business-related meetings scheduled.
I arrived on Monday and spent most of that day shopping. I bought a coat, which I am told is technically called a ‘blouson’. Someone said yesterday I looked like something out of Miami Vice. I’ve never watched that show (too young!): was that a compliment? Maybe its best I don’t know. The afternoon was spent reading my book whilst sitting on a deck chair in St James’s Park. It was jolly nice indeed.
After a relatively calm day on Monday, Tuesday was quite the opposite. I had been asked to pop along to Western House, home of BBC Radio 2, to do a piece for BBC Scotland, from the contribution studios. In said studios, there is a book on the wall that has a plaque above it that reads the following: ‘We ask contributors to sign this book which we will auction for Children in Need [a UK Charity] at the end of the year’. I felt I should do my bit for charity and proceeded to sign… just under Kylie Minogue’s autograph! Previous entries included the actor Simon Callow (yes, the one I sat next to a few weeks ago in Oxford) and the writer Lynne Truss. Whoever wins the book in the auction is going to feel cheated when they read my name. They’ll wonder who I am. But one day it’ll be worth something… perhaps… maybe… I hope so.
After speaking to Scotland (about whether we rely too much on mobile phones) I then went to kill an hour walking around the National Gallery. As I tweeted on the day, there are some lovely frames there. After that, I walked down Whitehall to Smith Square, where I had a meeting. As I walked past Number 10 Downing Street, the gates opened for a delivery truck to get through. My mind wondered and I began to ask myself what would happen if I suddenly ran through the open gates up to the main door, whether I’d get shot. In America, I think it would almost be a definite (I now feel like I am an expert in American politics having watched so much of ‘The West Wing’!)
After I came out of my meeting I had a call from my agent (@laurajgraham) to say that Big Brother’s Little Brother wanted me to film a piece with them. After many calls between me, the researcher, the producer, Laura, and the travel supervisor, we set it all up for Wednesday.
Then, as that was all being sorted, I had another call from Laura saying the Scottish Daily Record wanted to get a quote or two from me, so I dealt with that before heading off to Highbury to meet a friend (@steve_charles) for dinner and then to watch him perform at a stand-up comedy night.
I shall share with you now what is possibly going to be my best story for quite some time. Sadly, the London Underground was playing up and so Steve was late and so we went and bought some sandwiches from Tesco Express. There was no convenient park bench nearby (no park, either) so we perched ourselves on a low wall just outside the supermarket (who says I don’t slum it from time to time?) As we were tucking into our dinner (his chicken and stuffing, mine a chicken Caesar), we noticed a magazine lying on the pavement nearby. It was a copy of Stylist. I noticed the date of the magazine – it was the most recent one. My mind whirred slightly before I exclaimed: ‘I’m in that!’ I picked it up quickly and opened to page 41 and there was my name, quoted in an article about Carla Bruni. We both found this very amusing.
Wednesday was an early start to get ready in time to set off for Elstree to film for Big Brother’s Little Brother. I’ve been lucky enough to work on the last three series of this British TV icon: love it or loathe it, it has certainly changed the British TV landscape. (For non-UK readers, this summer is the last UK series of Big Brother.) The premise for the shoot was that one of the housemates, who had been evicted the previous week, was a bit of a ‘Jack the lad’ personality; I was going to turn him into a gentleman – polish the edges, so to speak. Nathan (for that is his name) was a willing pupil and hopefully it’ll end up a nice fun, tongue-in-cheek piece (airing Friday, E4, 6.30pm).
That is what has happened so far in London. I’ve found two new favourite shops: Pulbrook & Gould on Sloane Street (a wonderful florist) and Thomas Goode & Co on South Audley Street (a furniture and china shop). They are the sort of shops you walk around and go ‘aaaaah’ and ‘gosh’ and ‘wow’ at most of the stock. Both worth a visit, in my opinion.








Tea Rooms, Football, and Lemsip
Saturday, June 19th, 2010I write this week’s entry from my sick bed. What was quite a good week has ended on a low, sniffling note. I woke this morning (Saturday) to find that I ached all over, had a runny nose, sore throat and no appetite – the latter is very unusual for me, so I must be sick. But we will forget about my illness and focus on what I did during the last few days when I was functioning on all cylinders.
As I reported last week, I was in Bristol, so on Monday morning, following a phone interview for BBC Radio Somerset, I drove back up the M5 and M6 to Manchester. I normally loathe this journey as traffic never fails to grind to a very tiresome halt as the two motorways meet, but on this occasion it did fail to grind to a halt and I (almost) sailed through – I say ‘almost’ as I was going at 20 miles an hour for five minutes or so, but this like racing at Silverstone in comparison to what it usually is. This rarity pleased me, and so all in all, it was a lovely journey.
Tuesday morning it was back to the grindstone, and off to my second-home of BBC Manchester to do an interview for BBC Radio Scotland on swearing. I was, as you’d expect, against regular swearing and was up against a little-heard-of Scottish comedian, whose name escapes me. I always like doing radio items on swearing as I go into the interview with the upper hand; my opposition, who argue that swearing is good, are not allowed to use profanities, as it’s live radio. I then spent the rest of the day in a few meetings with various people – I won’t bore you with the details here, but I am excited about a few local projects that are coming up in the next few months.
I spent most of Wednesday waiting in for a delivery of a mobile internet dongle to go with my new laptop, so I can access the internet wherever. It finally arrived, after I had washed the balcony furniture, cleaned the skirting boards, and deodorised the microwave. I know how to live.
My week then took a slight knock when friends came round for dinner. This in itself always is a delight, but not so much this time. They came round and said they’d cook: they brought the food; they drove themselves here so I didn’t have to drive them back, and they even cleaned up. Too good to be true… they then wanted to watch the world cup. I knew there’d be a catch somewhere. We watched the first half of South Africa versus Uruguay, which is 45 minutes of my life I won’t get back any time soon. Thankfully, they decided it was a boring match and so we switched channels. Hoorah!
Spent Thursday lunchtime on North Manchester FM, guesting on my friend Hattie’s (Twitter = @hattiepearson) show for two hours. This was most enjoyable and we both had a lot of fun. I then drove to Hale to meet my friend Emma (@emmabclarke) for coffee and a catch-up. I had that morning made chocolate crunch bites for us to eat – we met at Costa Coffee so had to be bit discrete in eating them. That evening I had a friend, James (@cumbrianjames), for dinner (not literally) and then we went off to BBC Radio 5 Live, where I had been booked to talking about social kissing (he was just coming along to watch – I’m the talent, not him!).
Chocolate Crunch Bites
Finally, Friday saw me potter off to Harrogate to see some friends. Now, regular readers will know that I am addicted to Lakeland Plastics; I didn’t realise that they had a Harrogate shop. Well, Christmas had come early. I bought a strawberry huller and a cake leveller: I don’t know how I’ve managed up until now without such items. Lunch was taken at Betty’s Tea Rooms at Harlow Carr. Betty’s really is a British institution. The service is so wonderful, if sometimes a little trite. The waiting staff greet you warmly and are exceedingly attentive – perhaps one of the only places in Britain where service is not at a premium. If only more places were like Betty’s, the world would be a nicer, stem-gingered place to live.
Back to bed. This blog has quite drained me.
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