I approached my local paper a little while back to see if they could use any of my ramblings – last week they only came back and said, “Yes please”!
After the initial excitement and jumping around like a woman posessed, I then set to work to write the first article. Panic struck, as I searched and searched in the depths of my brain, and could find nothing. Not One Word. How the heck was I going to be a writer if I only knew ‘bleurgh’ and ‘blah’? That wasn’t enough to base a story on!
So, I had a cup of tea, gave myself a mental slap around the chops, and got back to it. Panic over – I found a few more words in there that I could string together.
The editor also wanted a couple of pictures to accompany the article, so off me and the other half went down the garden at the weekend for the grand photo shoot. I must confess I felt like a complete nelly – if you know me at all, you will know that I am not photogenic. At all.
My friend is quite good at photo editing, and offered to brighten the picture up for me. I asked if he’d de-wrinkle me while he was at it, to which he replied, “I’m not that good”.
We also took this one, which didn’t get sent, and I shall simply call this work of art ‘Sultry with spade’. I don’t think that Kelly Brook needs to be too worried though…
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