*Disclaimer – I am very sorry but this post is about my radio interview. Normal service will resume soon!*
‘Radio Ga Ga’ is one of the songs that reminds me of my childhood. It would always be playing as we made our fortnightly trip up the A12 to visit my grandparents. Queen and also Tina Turner must have been the only albums my mum and dad had in the car because it was played A LOT! Mum chose to remind me of this very fact when she rang me up to offer me a last minute pep talk. Her wise words were –
“Don’t go radio ga ga”
Thanks. So with those wise words ringing round my head I found myself unable to relax. I decided that I needed to prepare myself; carry out some research, treat it like I would a blog post. So I did what any sane person would do – I watched Alan Partridge.
But I went too far. I watched so many Alan Partridge episodes that I became convinced that I was going to shout “a-ha” or “smell my cheese”. The Partridge had escalated the anxiety. I became sure that I was going to make a fool of myself. This happens frequently. Yesterday I turned up to a cookery class a day early. A whole day! I sat in the car park thinking I had scared everyone away with my radio interview.
Anyway I digress. I had become convinced that I was going to shout something very innapropriate and as a result BBC Jersey would be taken off air FOREVER! This is a real issue. I am always dropping myself in it. Mr C gets very nervous whenever we attend a wedding. The reason for his nerves is when the vicar announces,
“if anyone knows of any lawful impediment.”
He feels me tense up. You see I have this irrational fear that I am going to stand up and casually announce,
“Yeah, I do.”
I think I have a secret craving for a dramatic moment. You know the cliffhanger in Eastenders when the duffs duffs come in. I would like one of those moments, just once. For the record I have never ever done it. Although we were at a wedding when Oldest was 1 years old. Oldest chose to do the loudest trump at that very part of the wedding. Completely upstaged the bride and groom. Alive a year and she had already managed her duff duff moment. I was very proud.
How it actually went
When I met Charlie McArdle he immediately put me at ease by complimenting me on my very red jumper. Cunning move Charlie! I immediately liked him because I am a firm believer that flattery will get you everywhere. Now I was worried that I would be daunted by the appearance of a radio station. However, thanks to my excessive watching of Alan Partridge I felt right at home. Charlie was really lovely and even humoured me when I rather excitedly offered (demanded) to sort his blog out! Before we knew it I was on air. If you would like to listen then it is below. I am about 1 hour 2o min in. Click on the link below and it should work. Fingers crossed.
Click on the link below
I have only listened to part of it and I can only apologise for how Essex I sound. I have lived all of my adult life in Yorkshire and Jersey and I still sound like I have escaped from an episode of TOWIE! I think it went ok. There was a slightly awkward moment when Charlie got me mixed up with another Jersey blogger-Jersey Girl. I wish I was Jersey Girl because she has a very glamorous blog and lives a rather fabulous life. However, as we all know glam and me do not go together *sigh*. Rather hard to do glam when you spend your days chasing your three year old up and down slides. Anyway after that slight error it all went swimmingly. A while back I had a read a post by Amy from Mr and Mrs T plus three who said that if you aren’t confident then you pretend to be confident. Well it works, fake it until you feel it! I enjoyed it so much that I now have a taste for radio. Perhaps I could be a roving reporter, an undercover investigative reporter or even just be allowed to come in and speak every now and again on the radio. What do you say Charlie? *Hint, hint*
In other news my mum was incredibly proud. In fact she said that she was going to invite the neighbours round to listen to it whilst enjoying some nibbles and wine. Yes, I am now the modern equivalent of a slide show evening for my mum and dad. I wonder if she wheeled out her pineapple and cheese sticks too.
At the start of the interview I make some incoherent ramblings about being in a tribe. This isn’t some weird cult. It is actually a tribe that I only joined about a week ago but already their support has been invaluable. They are the nicest bunch of bloggers around. If you are new to blogging then you should head over to Katie’s blog. Katie set up the tribe because she wanted to create a like minded group of people who would provide support and encouragement to each other. She is doing a fantastic job so far. If you would like to join then check out Mummy in a tutu blog.
Vote for me
Now back to the obligatory tag on paragraph where I beg you all to vote for me in the Fresh Voice category. But seriously please vote for me. You can do it by clicking on the BiB badge or by clicking >>>>here Just fill in your email and click on me and hit send. Quicker than making a cup of tea.
Ps Charlie you have to invite me back if I become a finalist and remember spread the word and get everyone voting for ISLAND LIVING 365! 🙂