As we were coming to the end of today’s LBC programme, I watched the television screen in front of my nose, and there they were – Mr and Mrs Brown holding hands and being cheered on from people standing on glass balconies. The B’s looked like royalty in creased suits.
As I write, I’m chomping on the most amazing chestnut bread that Paul Hollywood brought into the studio. He gifted me that and a lovely ciabatta loaf, fresh from his own baking ovens in Kent.
The radio show goes so swiftly. I know what I’m doing when I’m talking to people but my timing is as bad as a pregnant woman trying to calculate the date of delivery of her first born baby after a night out on ouzo with a group of drunken midwives – hic!
There was so much I wanted to talk to Paul and Ian Marber about but I had to keep remembering when to go to ads, news and weather. You would think after 498 years in the industry, I would know a second from a minute but I’m all over the place. It’s doing me brain in.
I kept saying ‘good morning’ when it was well into the afternoon and glancing around at all me bits of paper like a meerkat on coke – that’s the fizzy brown stuff.
It was a funny old one today. I completely naffed up the first few seconds. My producer, dear old Steve, had to cut me off mid flow. He patiently told me not to beat myself up, which I did, but I picked myself up and off we went again.
I shall really miss it next week. I said to Steve and Chris, the Manager, that if they ask me back, will I be up to speed? They said it’s like riding a bicycle. I don’t like telling them that I’m crap on two wheels, but they’ll know that when they read this.
Having Paul Hollywood in the studio was so lovely. GFL made such firm friendships. Mitch Tonks is coming onto the show and he is one of the dearest men. From the first day he came into GFL, he revealed his passion for the sea. He has moved himself, his adorable wife Penny, plus all six children down to Brixham. Apart from creating the marvellous ‘Fishworks’ – fab fish-only restaurants. He’s also written three must-have cookbooks. With friends like him and Paul who needs away days.
The boys at LBC are doing everything to ease me in gently. They keep asking me whether I am enjoying it. What can I say? It’s quite the most perfect antidote to losing my baby.
Steve keeps telling me that I have to move on, but I genuinely don’t feel mad or resentful or angry at the Young Pretenders. I am adjusting very nicely now, thank you.
Agent Rob is working like a demon and planting lots of little seedlings that will undoubtedly grow into huge healthy shrubs before the weeds have had time to settle.
It’s 16.08 and I’m off to visit dear Betty Palco, an Irish clairvoyant who gives me lots of herb tea and TLC in equal quantities. If she taps into anything interesting, I’ll tell you later. But right now I’ve got to get dressed (you know I always take me clobber off when I get home and don me jama) and brave the A3.
So TTFN and speak later.