I'm going to start this week's blog with a personal history lesson. Back in 1997, do you remember 1997, there was hope in the air, do you remember hope, there was the whole 'Cool Britannia' and a fresh new Prime Minister (Tony Blair) was elected. I was not long out of university and didn't really know what I wanted to do (no change there then) but I did know I enjoyed radio. I asked my local BBC radio station if I could do some work experience with them and they agreed. My tasks included flicking through newspapers and finding stories with a Manchester slant. I also had to ring up competition winners (this was a time when the BBC could be trusted with competitions) and ask them what size pyjamas they required. Fast forward 13 yrs and last week I got a call from BBC Radio Manchester saying they wanted me to be the regular newspaper reviewer on Sam Walker's show. Of course I accepted which means I'm back at the BBC flicking through newspapers but thankfully I don't have to ring people about pyjamas. The one downside is that I fear me being on board may have forced the BBC to close radio stations 6 Music and The Asian Network. So if you're an early riser, check me out every Saturday morning between 8am-9am. If you happen to be doing something else at that time, like sleeping, I will put the Iplayer link on my frontpage. Cheers
In other news, regular readers will know that back in October I vowed to re-invent myself and create a 'new me'. The idea was that as adults we get stuck in our views and believe that the way we act is just who we are and we can't do anything about it. On Saturday I continued my re-invention, because in the past, when I ordered an English breakfast I wouldn't eat the black pudding, just cos it never seemed appealing, not cos I'm a racist. But on Sat. I tried it, I'm not going to pretend it was life changing, or it was the nicest thing I've ever tasted but it was alright. My next food to try is Haggis, although I get the feeling that will be proper minging.
And Finally... I end on some bad news, our Christmas Tree has been STOLEN. Back in Jan we put our Christmas tree outside our flat, with the the intention of taking it to 'Her with one permanent job's' mum's house to plant in her garden. But cos we are a bit crap we hadn't got round to it. Last week we came back from a night out and realised the tree had gone. So unless it's discovered it can walk, it has been stolen. So if someone offers you a small Christmas tree, do a citizens arrest on them. Cheers
Til next week, stay safe!