So, yesterday I was on the radio. I was a bit reluctant to make too much of it beforehand, but having been reassured by several people that I didn’t sound like too much of a tit, I suppose I can tell you.
I was on Radio Four. Women’s Hour.
It was all terribly exciting, even though I didn’t get to meet Jenni in person. I was actually on my own in the Bristol studio, in a room that looked a bit like a police cell, full of equipment that looked like it had been used in the first ever radio broadcast.
“Can you mention me again?” asks my sister, peering over my shoulder as I type. “I like it when you mention me, it makes me feel important.”
Where was I? Oh yes, on my own, headphones on, with my heart beating so fast and loud I was genuinely concerned the microphone might pick it up.
The discussion was about how much is Too Much to share with your children, which was why I was a little caught off guard by the opening questions, but still, I managed to get my crack cocaine comment in, so overall felt pretty okay about it. I haven’t been brave enough to listen back, but if you’d like to hear it then you’re very welcome to listen again. I’m about 35 minutes in.
Do let me know what you think!