This morning I’m going to be on the radio.
Admittedly it has taken me a while to make this second step after my radio debut on BBC Kent in October last year, but it is a step nonetheless, particularly as this is a proper grown up radio station that people I know might actually be listening to.*
I’m very excited, but a teeny bit scared. Just a little bit.
“Just be yourself,” advises Bee.
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
I have a tendency to let words come out of my mouth before I’ve really thought about whether they should or not, which is manageable in small groups, where you can just cough a bit or pretend you said it as a joke or run out of the room, but not so easy on live national radio.
“And I’m going to be in a different studio,” I continue, “so I won’t be able to see the other people’s reactions. I won’t be able to tell if they’re looking horrified or smirking or anything.”
“It’ll be fine,” says Bee, clearly not interested in investing too much time in my concerns. I wait, expecting her to add a final word of comfort, along the lines of ‘at least it’s radio, so you won’t have to worry about your thin hair’, but no, nothing.
She’d be right though. No one will be able to see when I turn bright pink with excitement either, which is always a plus. I’m going to try and think of it a bit like I do this blog. I write the words, but there’s no one actually looking at me, so that’s alright isn’t it? Like when you play hide and seek and cover your eyes so no one can see you.
I should probably stop writing about it and actually get ready. I know it’s radio, but turning up in pyjamas probably isn’t terribly professional, not really The Done Thing.
Wish me luck!
*No offence to Radio Kent, it’s just that I don’t actually live in Kent. Or know anybody in Kent. In fact I’m not sure I’ve even ever been to Kent.