Learning To Fly

•10 April, 2012 • 2 Comments

Hello! Hope you’re well and have had a fabulous Easter weekend?

It’s been yet another busy month for me, so having a couple of days off to catch up with myself (and eat some chocolate) has been great. When I say busy, I mean I’ve done a lot of walking in readiness for The MoonWalk which is now only a few short weeks away – Yikes! I’m slightly behind in my training due to a week of weird-total-body-failure-illness-type-thing which kept me in bed for 5 days – not much fun. However I lost 9lbs, so silver lining…!

Anyway, getting back to the MoonWalk, I’ve managed to walk at least three times a week, including the long weekend walks that the plan sent by the Walk The Walk team suggests – although I obviously missed the week I was ill, and the 12 miler I should have done last weekend, but I did manage the 14 miles required for this weekend, so fingers crossed I’ll still get across that finish line in a reasonable time in May.

A few of you have asked why I’m doing the MoonWalk, and apart from the obvious opportunity it’s given for saucy jokes about my boobs needing your support (!), the real reasons are a bit more serious.

Firstly, I wanted to carry on with some challenges this year after (nearly) completing the 40 for 40 list. I had so much fun doing all of those silly things I’d always wanted to try (yes, even the colonic in a weird kind of way) that I didn’t want to lose the excitement and pleasure I’d gained from those experiences by just heading back to my old life of sitting on the sofa waiting for things to happen.

Secondly, it’s a great way to get some exercise into my schedule without really having to think about it, or go to a gym. I hate gyms. I’m not too keen on exercise to be honest… but walking to and from work is easy – I’ve got to go in both directions anyway, so why not walk it? And with the nicer weather and lighter evenings, it’s been rather pleasant actually.

Finally, and more personally, my Godmother died at the start of last year from Breast Cancer. She very kindly and unexpectedly remembered me in her Will, and it was her amazing generosity that allowed me to pay for all of the great things I did on the 40 for 40 list last year. So, doing the walk is my small way of saying thank you to her. She unknowingly changed my life for the better, and I’m hoping that in a very tiny way, I can pay that forward by raising funds walking around London at night in my decorated bra.

At my Christening - being held by Aunty Freda - my Godmother

The money I’m raising doesn’t just go to cancer research; it also goes towards purchasing things like Scalp Coolers which helps reduce hair loss when having Chemotherapy – the loss of which can be as devastating as the illness itself for some – as well helping support Cancer Care Centres across the country, offering help, advice and maybe just shoulder to cry on, to those around and affected by the disease.

Over 300 men get breast cancer each year too – it’s not just a disease that affects women. So, if you’re feeling like you’d like to do a little something to help too, please pop over to my MoonWalk page, where you can find out a bit more about Walk The Walk, and perhaps click on the link to my fundraising page. Even £1 would be very much appreciated.

Apart from stretching my legs with all the walking, I’ve been stretching my mind this month too. Attending the Sensability “Success Skills for Actors and Media Professionals” run by Alison Matthews, this one day workshop at the start of the month covered a lot of ground based in NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming) which was very much tailored to the people in the room. Learning how to read people, finding out whether you were a Visual, Auditory or Kinaesthetic person, and setting anchors and goals for ourselves was fascinating.  Turns out some people really can’t hide how they feel about something even without saying anything! I love learning new things, and some of the items covered by Alison really struck a chord. Well worth spending a sunny Sunday in a windowless room!

I hit the Ballet at Sadlers Wells with the delightful Deborah mid-month, a couple of days after her birthday. Fizz was obviously called for, as were a few giggles at some of the slightly more experimental elements of the evening – including the outfit on one chap in the audience! The evening was a showcase of new male talent, which overall was very enjoyable, although some bits were a bit, well, odd! Still, it was a lovely fun night out with one of my most favourite people. Happy Birthday D!

Rather miserably I lost my newish job mid-month, as the project has had to be put on hold till much later in the year, but amazingly I only spent a week fretting about being unemployed again as the very same company asked me if I’d like to return and work on a new series of “All Star Mr & Mrs”. Um, Yes Please! I absolutely love the series, and am so excited to be doing a big shiny floor studio show… seriously how lucky am I!? I’ll tell you more about the dates and tickets next month as things get organised – it’d be great to see some of you there in the audience.

Then last weekend, it was time for a bit more learning, as I attended an extraordinary two-day seminar.  WARNING: To warn you now, this next bit is rather long, and having read it back in all honesty it’s a bit gushy. Some of you ladies might like it. Chaps may want to turn away now. I have thought long and hard about not including it at all, as it’s not what I usually post up here on BlobbyJogger. But, I hope you’ll indulge me and read on in the spirit in which it is intended…

For those of you that really know me, you’ll know I have a fairly low-level of confidence when it comes to “me”. For others, reading that sentence may come as a massive shock. Yes, I know can be a bossy madam at work, and I can be full of funny stories and laughs at the pub, and seem on the surface to be a pretty confident person, but I’m going to let you in on a secret. A huge secret. Most of the time, inside I’m squirming – serious butterflies, shaky hands, dry mouth – the full works. Walking into a room full of people I don’t know is possibly my worst nightmare. Actually not ‘possibly’… It is my worst nightmare. You know when I arrange to meet you in the pub, but I’m waiting for you outside when you arrive? That’s why. I’d rather stand on the street corner for an hour in the rain without an umbrella waiting for you, than go in there alone. Remember, when I first met you, I probably shook your hand and politely said hello, but didn’t really manage to make much eye contact with you? Again, that’s why. I’m better in small groups or more often than not, one-on-one, but I still quake with self-doubt and worry every single day. Hmmm, maybe I should be up for Best Actress at the Oscars?

So, to give you a bit of background, having read an article about Speaker, Life Coach and ‘relationship guru’ Matthew Hussey and his ‘Get The Guy’ events a few months ago, I decided to attended his “Secrets of Attraction” seminar in February… And yes, I know! I’m slightly embarrassed to be admitting that in public! But c’mon, I’m a single lady, and it’s fair to say I haven’t been doing too well on the dating front due to the fact that I, well, just don’t go out! I’m fully aware that Mr Right isn’t going to turn up at my door, ring my doorbell, and ask me where I’ve been all his life (although it would make life a lot easier!), so I thought that maybe, possibly, this so-called ‘guru’ could offer me a few pointers… I was a bit dubious, but I figured it would only be a couple of hours of my time… I wasn’t doing anything else… it might be useful… it could be fun… oh go on then, what have I got to lose? Take a deep breath, smile, try to look confident, put one foot in front of the other… Going alone, I went one Saturday afternoon to a beige North London hotel conference room, along with over 120 other women.

Now you may instantly assume that this kind of event attracts ‘ladies of a certain age’, desperate divorcees or knitted yoghurt hippy types that are just a little bit odd. Wrong! Taking a long look around the room as the pumping music played whilst we waited for the event to start, I quickly realised that everybody there, they were all like me – just normal people. Some were shy, others very loud. Some alone, some with a group of friends. Blonds. Brunettes. Twenty-fives. Fifty-fives. Big ones, small ones, short ones, tall ones.

As we sat, all with pens and pencils poised, Matthew Hussey took to the stage and instantly took over the room. Sharing some rather amazing nugget of information, he told us how to create the opportunity for men to come up and talk to us – it turns out some chaps don’t know how to approach women as we can be a bit scary apparently – who knew?! He showed us how to give the perfect smile to a guy we like the look of (which he did almost too well actually), told us simple things like leaving just a little more room between us and our girlfriends when we’re out so that it’s easier to be approached, to how to start a conversation when we’re in line for our morning coffee. And this was just the tip of the iceberg. Matthew had me hooked, and not just on the dating stuff (although that may prove to be useful in the future) but about the confidence side of what he was teaching – and I knew I wanted to learn more from this remarkably empowering individual. So I signed up for his full Women’s Weekend there and then.

So that’s where I was last weekend. Again, heading back to the same big beige room, again nervous as hell, in I walked. Heading towards the back of the room, I took a seat, pencil and paper at the ready.

Before I’d arrived, I made two promises to myself about the weekend. First, knowing that we would have the option to go out on the Saturday night in small groups to practice what we learnt, I made a firm internal commitment that I wouldn’t back out and slip off home early like I usually do. I had to do this. Properly. Secondly, if Matthew at any point asked for a volunteer during the weekend (as he had done at the seminar previously), I had to put my hand up. I obviously didn’t want to get picked, but I had to push myself out of my comfort zone and at least put myself out there.

Midway through Saturday morning, sure enough Matthew asked for a volunteer. I put my hand up. Oh shit. I was the only person with a hand up. Oh shitty shit shit. I was invited up on stage. There was a polite ripple of applause as I nervously walked to the front of the room. Oh no, what had I done? To be honest, I’m not really sure what Matthew was talking about at that point, I think something about men looking after their women… bad day at work… wanting to help. All I remember is the room feeling very hot, everything suddenly getting very dark, and not being able to breathe. Not being able to focus. Desperately not looking at the women in the audience. Certainly not looking at Matthew until he spoke directly to me. Holding my hands really tightly in front of me to stop them shaking. Looking at the floor wanting it to open up and swallow me whole.

Then, through the fog, I heard Matthew say that we were going to hug. Oh Jeez! I could feel 120 sets of eyes swing round all focusing on me, and in my head, they were giving me ‘evils’… I pulled some kind of funny face, heading to my default ‘fake it till you make it’ confidence mode and the audience let out a laugh. OK, I can do this. Awkwardly I went in for a wobbly lopsided hug. Grinning, Matthew pulled back and laughingly scolded me “Oh no, we’re really going to do this…” and gave me a gentle nod of encouragement – so I threw my arms open pretending it was fine, and went for it.

That day, in that moment, it was the best hug of my life!

Standing on stage a while longer, Matthew explained something else very important to the room that I unfortunately paid no attention to at all, my brain now totally mush with embarrassment and mortification.  I was eventually thanked and given another polite round of applause, as I stepped down from the stage not making eye contact with anyone, heading back to my seat. I attempted to put a little skip in my step, and made another funny face. It got another laugh. Really though, my legs felt like jelly and I wanted to run and hide in the toilet, my heart beating out of my chest.

Amazingly though, the world didn’t end nor did I die of shame. In fact, as we broke for lunch several women came over and complimented me on my top (they’d been admiring it while I had been petrified on stage), some patted me on the back for having had the confidence to volunteer (oh little did they know), and lots of them smiled and said hello to me just because I was simply smiling at them. It was a millimetre shift…

Over the course of the weekend, I scribbled half a book full of notes, went out on the Saturday night – something I haven’t done for at least five years – listened, laughed, questioned my own thoughts, understood previous errors, and greedily sucked in every bit of information given.

To say that it was one of the best weekends of my life would not be an understatement. Listening to and watching this extraordinary man speak to us all with such true passion, personally having several ‘lightbulb moments’, seeing and getting to know some of simply amazing women also in attendance, going out on a Saturday night and actually – shock horror – being asked for my phone number by a chap, bouncing up and down whoop whooping to Nicki Minajs’ ‘Starships’ with a hangover on Sunday morning, feeling a bubble of something exciting inside, and an element of confidence that quite simply I’ve never had – well, it was incredible! Another millimetre shift…

I sit here writing this a week later, still with a big smile on my face, a sense of positivity about the future, and a little bit of smugness that with just that small amount of new knowledge inside, over the next few weeks and months, I can’t wait to take this further.

And yes, I know… I sound like I’ve been sucked in by some sort of Cult. I promise I haven’t. I’m a firm believer that people come into our lives for a reason. There is a reason I read that newspaper article last year… There is a reason I walked into that big beige room… Extraordinary people, friends, colleagues, strangers even, come into our lives and gift us something that the other needs. Sometimes they are with us just for a day. Other times, people stay with us in our lives for a few months or years until, whatever it was they provided you with (and vice versa) disappears or just simply is no longer needed, and they slip away. The truly lucky are those that meet someone who stays in their life, in their memories, or as part of their daily consciousness forever. Right now, I feel I have met one such person.

Now, regular readers will know, and others can see above and below, that I usually do a little ‘pinklink’ to the things I’ve done each month, to the places I’ve been, all things that I – in some small way – want to recommend here on BlobbyJogger. I don’t get paid for them. I do them and write about them because I think they might be fun. I hope you might enjoy them, perhaps find inspiration from them, or just want to have a laugh at them. You click through if you want, or ignore them if they’re of no interest. For the first time ever I’m going to recommend to all the (single) ladies, to put your hands up.  If anything about my weekend with Matthew and his team at has struck a chord with you, if you want to find out how some men think, want more confidence when you go out, how to give a brilliant smile to that cute guy, find out what to put in the perfect ‘but does he like me?’ text message, or just want to understand people or yourself a bit better, click on this link and go to one of the Matthews’ events. You too may have a millimetre shift…

I want, no, I need to carry this on, so much so, I’ve applied and have been accepted to attend Matthews’ immersive five-day Retreat in Florida later this year, where I hope to continue working on my confidence (or lack thereof), as well as addressing other issues – issues that I’ve now learnt we all have in one way shape or form. Some may want different jobs or careers. Others, happier more fulfilling lives outside of work. We may feel we’ve taken a wrong turning somewhere along the way or that we’re simply not living the life we had planned for ourselves.  Some want to work out a plan for the future, or others like me, may be lacking in the core confidence people assume we have in spades… Genuinely, I’m so excited I can hardly wait for The Retreat in September where maybe, just maybe, I’ll get another life changing hug…

Till the next time


PS: I hope he doesn’t mind, but below I’m stealing an element of my friend Dan Trelfer’s Internet Column, (it’s not a blog!) Cracking The Kindle

This month’s soundtrack: Learning To Fly – Kate Earl

Marchin’ On

•5 March, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Hello, its been a while.  How are you?

After all the fun of last year with the 40 for 40 challenges, you’ve probably been wondering what I’ve been up to.  Well, after returning from the States following our family Thanksgiving and finishing the most fantastic job ever just before Christmas, I’ve enjoyed a little bit of down time which is why BlobbyJogger has been a bit quiet.  I haven’t been sat at home with my feet up though.  Instead I’ve been re-vamping and re-decorating my kitchen (which was much needed), begun a new job at a new company, and have started preparation on the next major challenge I’ve taken on.  And it’s quite a challenge…

You may remember that I announced in December that I was going to be MoonWalking around London in May, by taking part in the Walk The Walk MoonWalk – doing a full marathon in a decorated bra in the moonlight, whilst raising fund and awareness for Breast Cancer, and after a bit of a slow start, I’ve started my training.

If you’ve never heard of the Walk The Walk charity or the MoonWalk before, you can find out all about it HERE at the official Walk The Walk website, or just watch this short film…

So what does my training entail? Well, quite simply, a lot of walking, or so my training pack tells me.  252 miles of walking to be exact.  It is pretty clear to me now that a few plods around the local park aren’t going to cut it.  And let’s face it, I didn’t exactly succeed in the ‘Plod for 30 mins without stopping’ part of my own 40 for 40 challenge last year, so heaven only knows how I’m going to complete a full marathon.  At night.  In a bra.  And, according to the training plan, at some point before 12 May I have to fit in around six 6 mile walks, three 7 mile walks, a 10, a 12, a 14, two 16’s and, the big one, a 20-mile-er.  That’s before I even get to the start line!  And this isn’t a gentle wander around the corner to the local shops to pick up a packet of biscuits and a pint of milk type of walking.  Oh no… This is power walking.  All arms and hips and power – apparently.

I’ve just completed Week 3 of my training and have, so far, clocked up 33 of the 252 training miles which has taken just under 8 and a half hours.  And just in case I need proof of those miles, I’ve got a massive blister on my left foot, which I’m sort of ignoring in the hope that it’ll go away.  I’ve also been getting some very strange looks as I’ve been power walking home from work (right through the middle of Covent Garden up to North London) as I think people can’t quite decide if I’m doing some kind of strangely slow jog, or just desperately need the loo…  maybe both!

Now I’m obviously doing this for fun as well as fitness (attempting to carry on with Item 40 from my list) but I’m also trying to raise funds for this amazing charity.  So, if you’re feeling generous please head over to my official fundraising page


Every penny really does make a difference and, as well as keeping me motivated throughout training, it really will help me push through to the finish line on the night.

Right, time to stock up on jelly babies, Lucozade and Compeed Blister Plasters me thinks…

Till the next time


Life in Technicolor

•11 December, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I’ve had quite a few people prodding me to find out just how I did on my 40 for 40 list as the deadline of 19th November, has come and gone.  Did I do all 40 things?  What was my favourite?  What was the big secret of Item 40?   Was I going to do 41 things next year?   The answers are no, definitely not Item 4, nothing naughty, and absolutely not!

Let’s start with the things that I did in November.  As I only had the first 18 days of the month to get the last few bits and pieces completed ,mainly as I’d set my birthday as the deadline, but also as I was heading off to the States for Thanksgiving with my family, I needed to get it all done before I headed off.

At the start of the month I completed Item 15: Do something ‘cultural’ every month – with November’s item being a trip to see Ghost The Musical. I can’t say I really enjoyed it unfortunately, mainly because the couple sat next to me were trying their hardest to suck each others faces off throughout the whole performance, complete with full slurpy sound effects!  Seriously, who pays over £60 per ticket to then not watch the show they’ve come to see?  The show is a very good transplant of the film onto stage,  and don’t get me wrong, the lighting, effects, staging and performers are incredible, but I just didn’t think there was a stand-out song that will be remembered in years to come and the show as a whole sadly didn’t ‘grab’ me.  Although I had a pleasant evening, it’s not a show I’d go to again.  Still, Item 15, Complete.

Another monthly thing on my list was Item 8: Have a professional beauty treatment once a month.  This has been really enjoyable over the year (apart from the Colonic!) and ended with me having a wonderful back massage and facial (and glass of Champagne) at the InterContinental Hotel on Park Lane at their wonderful new Spa.  Two hours on a Saturday afternoon very much enjoyed.  Of all the Items I’ve done over this past year, this is one of the things that I’m going to try to carry on in the future – the occasional little treat here and there…

Then there was Item 5: Own a pair of brand new Designer Shoes.  I love shoes.  I’ve got lots of them.  But I’ve never had a pair of really expensive, so-called ‘designer’ shoes.  But now I do.  I finally took myself off to look for the shoes that I’ve always wanted.  After spending several hours trying on different pairs by different designers, I decided on some lovely Louboutins.  They’re Simple Black Pumps which might surprise a few people, but I decided to get a pair of shoes that a girl can wear any time, anywhere with anything! I can’t wait to wear them out!

One of the last big things on the list was Item 33 – Say hello to 100 strangers on a bridge in one day.  I know this seems a little odd, but it’s so rare to speak to people in London that you don’t already know, so armed with my camera I spent a chilly Sunday afternoon on Millennium Bridge, saying “Hello” to 100 people.  Nearly all very graciously said “Hello” back.  Some of them even let me take their photo.  It was a bit daunting at the start, jumping out on strangers with a quick “Hello, please can I take your photo?”, but it was so amazing when people said yes and asked me what it was for and had a little conversation with me.  Turns out there are some very lovely smiley people around…  thanks to each and every person who said Hello right back.

Now for the things I didn’t quite do over the year.  It may not come as too much of a surprise to regular readers that Item 2: Run for 30 mins without stopping didn’t get completed.  This is purely down to my own laziness.  It’s fairly obviously to most that I’m not a “runner” and never will be.  I can manage a gentle plod around the park, but quite frankly I just don’t get that ‘runners high’ that some people do.  I don’t run for a bus, so running for fun seems like a very strange thing to me.  I did manage 27 mins without stopping one day, but then missed a couple of plodding sessions so lost the impetus.  I will keep at it though…  even if it takes me another year!

Item 16: Stay in a top London hotel for a night, just because… was booked for my Birthday where I was going to spend the night enjoying the luxury of Browns Hotel, and was very much looking forward to the champagne breakfast in bed the following morning, but sadly due to circumstances beyond my control this Item had to be postponed at the last minute.   I don’t consider this a fail as such, as it was all planned and would have been a brilliant way to end the list, instead I’m just delaying it, and will rebook for the New Year.

I guess it’s probably about time I tell you about Item 40: The so called ‘Secret’.  Actually from the outside this is probably the most boring Item of the list, and wasn’t anything saucy or outrageous as some people thought – and there have been some very funny and surprising guesses made over the year!  That said, this was actually one of the biggest personal challenges for me.  When this list was put together just over a year ago, I hadn’t been in the best place personally, and what I wanted most from life was just to get happier and healthier throughout the year, and if possible, to lose some weight.   I haven’t quite managed the weight loss total I had in mind (not yet anyway…), but the happier and healthier parts I certainly have managed.   In spades!   And there are 37 items on this list with ticks next to them to prove it.  It also merges with Item 9: Fall in love.  And yes I know it sounds a bit cheesy (OK, a lot cheesy) but this has come from all the things I’ve done this year, I’ve fallen in love with my life.

Finally, especially for DW and SS, as I know you are both desperate to find out about Item 35: Go Commando. I’m happy to report this was actually completed some time ago.  And no, I’m not going into any detail in telling you where or when but will say that I certainly had a smile on my face!

To top this amazing year off, straight after my birthday I went out to the States to see, and stay with family for Thanksgiving.   Jetting into LAX for a couple of days at my brother’s house, the whole family then made the eight and a half hour drive to Tucson, Arizona for Thanksgiving Day with ‘in-laws’, before heading back to sunny California for a week.     And to see a Thanksgiving a sunset like this, why not!?

Under the Tucson Sky

It’s been a truly remarkable year.  I didn’t really think through the amount of planning this would all take, nor the fact that 62 things (if you include the two items that were to do things once a month) would work out at more than one per week on average, but then I didn’t know if I’d even cross 10 things off, let alone attempt all 40.  But I’m so very glad I did.   To the friends that started this year with me, and the new ones I’ve made along the way, thank you.   “Gravity,release me, And don’t ever hold me down, Now my feet won’t touch the ground”

Oh, and before you think I’m going to put my feet up and not do anything during my 41st year, you’re so wrong.  I’ve already signed up to do a Marathon in May – yes really!   On 12th May 2012 I’m going to be Moonwalking around London…   No, not Michael Jackson style, instead I’ll be joining 16,999 other wonderful people, all of us just in decorated bras (yes, blokes too), walking a marathon in the moonlight all as part of the 15th Walk the Walk Moonwalk whilst raising funds for vital Breast Cancer causes.  And yes of course I’ll tell you all more about that as my training starts…

‘Till the next time


Just Say Yes

•7 November, 2011 • 1 Comment

Apologies for the lateness of my monthly update.  I was all set to post this column on the 1st Nov, however I received some very sad news that my friend, Andy Harrison, had tragically and unexpectedly passed away.  Andy was a genuinely wonderful, kind-hearted, good-natured, amazingly funny chap.  He was loved and admired by many, and his leaving us at such a young age has been a massive shock to us all.   He’ll be very much missed.

Andy Harrison



Horray – October brought with it the sunshine, which although a bit late for a summer is not to be sniffed at…  although all I have done since surfing last month is sniff.  Totally unable to shake the worst cold ever known to man* I carried on with the various bits booked into the diary, the first of which was this month’s Item 8 – Have a professional beauty treatment once a month.    This was to come in the form of another Groupon voucher for some Infra-light Toning Treatments at a ‘spa’ specialising in beauty and detox in Crouch End.  Hoping to help lose some of the ‘blobby’ from my frame, it was with slight trepidation I turned up at the allotted time, waiting to find out what lay ahead.  I was right to have been worried, as it turned out it was a rather odd concoction of the very loud female therapist that would not shut up throughout the whole one hour procedure, some really bad and also far too loud Greek music (instead of the usual muzak you have in a spa), and the occasional electric shock to my behind as the machine wasn’t quite working properly!!!   Needless to say, it wasn’t the experience I was hoping for and after the third zap to my rear, I decided to cut my losses and made a rather swift exit.  It certainly didn’t help my cold nor my wobbly bits, but as I have been fully refunded, I’m not going to name and shame, but neither am I going to do my usual link to their website, as I don’t really feel I can recommend them.  Oh well…

*perhaps a slight exaggeration

I returned to a more zen place a few days later with more lessons in Yoga, on the course I started last month.  We were to try hand stands and head stands this week, which had us all laughing as many of us tried and failed to get our legs over our heads.  How come something we used to do so easily as children has now become almost impossible?  In the end we were almost lifting one another into position which did involve getting a little close to feet in face for my liking.  I managed the head stand eventually, turns out that’s not a good idea when your sinuses are quite so blocked.

The 8th Oct saw Debs celebrate her birthday, with Karaoke.  Determined to get me to sing (I’ve turned down the opportunity of completing Item 7 – Do Karaoke and sing in public several times now) she organised the evening knowing that I wouldn’t be able to wriggle my way out of it – I’d have to say Yes.  Thankfully she sent out the list of songs that would be available for us before the party, so I was able to at least do a little bit of practice in the privacy of my bedroom first.  I picked out three songs I thought I might be able to manage, and hoped that people wouldn’t be left running from the building with blood pouring from their ears once I’d started.  As we climbed the stairs of the pub my hands started shaking.  The first person started his song, and oh my god he was brilliant.  Turns out he’s a singer.  Great.  Then another guy sang.  Again, brilliant.  Then Debs did her party piece.  Also amazing.  So with every ounce of bravery and a little bit of alcohol, I took to the mic.  “Dream a Little Dream of Me” by Mama Cass started through the speakers.  I felt like I was about to audition in front of Simon Cowell.  As I began, I heard Debs ask who was singing (she’d been turned away as I’d taken my place, typing in the next lot of songs she was going to do) – oh god was I that terrible that she was going to grab the mic off me and ask me to stop?  I looked around and there were a few shocked faces.  Oh dear please let the ground swallow me now.  But I had to carry on, this was one of my challenges…    But then I noticed a smile.  Debs was smiling at me and grabbing for her camera.  Happy that I’d got up there to sing, and equally happy that her brain wasn’t exploding at the noise I was making.    Turns out, apparently I can hold a tune.  “Downtown” by Petula Clarke and “Rainy Days and Mondays” by The Carpenters were also attempted.  I won’t be recording my début album anytime soon, but at least I won’t be quite so embarrassed when I find myself singing along to some choons in the car.

If you look closely, you can see the terror in my eyes.  Debs also has video of me singing.  I haven’t seen it yet.  Perhaps I really was terrible and she’s being kind in saving my blushes.  Either way – Happy Birthday Debs!

The following day, nursing a little bit of a hangover, seemed like a perfectly good day to do something a little energetic.  So, I took myself off to complete Item 18 – Go skiing.  Now some of you snow bunnies might think this very easy, but I’ve never skied before.   So, to ensure that I didn’t do something stupid like head off to the Alps and instantly break my legs, I thought a lesson in the UK would be a better idea to get a taste of skiing.  Off to The Snow Centre at Hemel Hempstead then…  Booking in for a three-hour Adult ski lesson especially for the snow challenged (ie for those that had never skied before), I was again pretty terrified.  Was I going to eat snow or worse, break something?  There were six of us booked in on the course, four young chaps obviously ready to hit the slopes and very likely partake in some après-ski, an older guy wanting to ski so that he could holiday with his partner who had been skiing since she was little, and me.  Our instructor got us set up with boots, and skis and off we set to the bottom of the little slope – the kiddies slope.  There’s nothing more humiliating than some five-year old whizzing past you so totally able to do what you’re about to attempt without a second thought.  I know I wasn’t alone in wishing this was the kind of place you could accidentally put your foot out to trip someone up.  I didn’t obviously,  instead I began to get rather worried that I couldn’t actually feel my feet at all.  It wasn’t the cold, no, something else was wrong.  Turns out, I’d been given boots that were a size too small, and although I’d managed to squeeze my feet in, there was a distinct possibility that they might have to stay in there forever when they dropped off through lack of blood circulation.  After hobbling back to the kit room, and being correctly fitted for the right size boots, I lurched my way back to the group – snow boots don’t have much flexibility it seems, so walking is almost impossible without looking like you’ve wet yourself.  Anyway, on with the lesson.  We started with walking in skis, then sliding down the hill (about 3 meters to begin) then progressing onto the snowplough, then actually learning to control the snowplough rather than just ploughing into the safety barrier, before actually skiing albeit as an incredibly slow slalom down the hill between cones.  We got up to 8 cones by the end of the day.   I didn’t eat snow, and in fact I didn’t fall over.  I did have one moment on my knees when a turn got a little out of hand, but I got a well done from the Instructor, and felt rather proud.  Skiing – Tick. My ankles and shins however are still bruised from the tiny boots a month later.

A friend of the handsome chaps was watching from the observation deck throughout our three hours.  I’d spotted that he’d been taking photos, so when we were all changed and being handed our Achievement Cards, I took the plunge and gave him my card.  You see Item 32 – Give a Male stranger my phone number, no talking first (he must be cute!) was still to be done, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity.  Having handed him my card, with phone number and email address clear to see, he looked a bit bemused, so then I spoke.  I asked him if it would be possible to get a copy of a couple of the photos he’d taken, so that I could put them up here for you to see.  He smiled and said sure, no problem.  In fact, he showed me a video he’d taken on his phone of my successful 8 cone slalom (I was right behind one of his friends which was why I was in shot) and said he’d be more than happy to send me that too.  He hasn’t.  He hasn’t emailed me a single thing.  Not a photo.  Not a video.  Nothing.  Dammit!

Never mind, a few days later it was time to see Debs for her belated birthday present.  I’ll quickly explain that when I first put my 40 for 40 list together, Debs was one of the first to see it and was very kind in agreeing to come along to a few things with me.  One of those was Item 11 – Have dinner at The Ivy and so, as a treat for all of her amazing support this year and just for being a fabulous friend, I decided to take her there for her birthday.   She however didn’t know this.  Instead, I told her to be at a suitably close meeting place, at a certain time, dressed to impress, and to come hungry.   After a quick glass of fizz, we wondered up St Martin’s Lane, at which point, Debs twigged where we were going and got very excited.  Just as well really as I’d had to book the table 8 weeks in advance!  We had a great night, carefully trying to see if we could spot any celebs without looking too obvious.  We weren’t left disappointed.  Michael Stipe, Nick Frost, Thom Yorke, & Toby Jones were all there.  The food wasn’t too bad either.  We weren’t papped by the paparazzi when we left…

I had a date with a Vicar the following week.  Actually a really fun night out, joined by Liz and Donny.  Sadly, I don’t think I’ll be becoming the Vicars wife, so no judging the Victoria Sponge Cake at the Summer Fete for me, but it was wonderful to meet Adrian (the Vicar) and to get to know Donny a little better.

This months Item 15 – Do something ‘cultural’ every month came in the form of Matilda The Musical at the Cambridge Theatre,  with Liz as my date, we were also able to celebrate her news of getting a place at Uni to do Speech and Language Therapy.  She’s so bloomin’ clever!  Anyway, the show was extraordinary.  Music and lyrics by Tim Minchin, which are far too funny and clever for me to even think of commenting on, Matilda and all of the kids were just incredible, and the set is truly enchanting.  I know I often go gooey at even the thought of a musical, but this one really really is worthy of all the awards it is going to win.  I loved it so much I’ve bought the music and am seriously thinking about going back to see it again.

Oh, one last little thing I managed to do, Item 34 – Make a Photo board of the happy times from childhood till now.  Took forever to do, but I like it…  I’m not going to put it up here for you to laugh at all the bad haircuts I’ve had over the years just yet, as someone might be getting it for Christmas… Shhhh!

So that’s it, October is over, November has begun –  the last month to complete as many of the 40 for 40 list as possible.  There may be one or two that don’t get completed by my birthday (Item 2 anyone?!) but I’m still going to do my best to complete as many as I can…


‘Till the next time…


Come September

•1 October, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Another month gone.  Seriously where does time go?  This year is whizzing past so fast, I can’t believe it’s October already, especially as September was so much fun.

It’s was a busy month at work as two new series I’ve been working on were coming to an end after six rather intense months, so between getting tapes from one place to another, ensuring programmes got delivered to the broadcasters, keeping up with invoices and budgets, and remembering to find time for some of the 40 for 40 things, things have zipped by.

Starting this months challenges was Item 31.  Go to a strip club.  Having thought about asking Mr Stringfellow if he’d let me into his club ( I met him once, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, but I’ll tell that tale another day), Jude rather marvellously came up with the idea of going to a Burlesque night at Proud Cabaret on a Groupon deal.  Now before you shout at me, I do realise that the art of Burlesque is something very different from Striptease, however for the purposes of my list the end result is almost the same, as ladies with amazing bodies take of their clothes for the enjoyment of the surrounding crowd.  Anyway, we decided to get into the spirit of the evening and get dressed up Burlesque stylee ourselves, so with boobs in Basques and feathers in our hair, four of us, Debs, Jude, Vykkie and I, headed out.  The evening included a three course meal, as well as our entertainment.  From the singing Compere, to the rather freaky bendy lady who tap-danced on a table with her head underneath her legs (don’t ask, it wasn’t pleasant to watch), an acrobatic chap who left his DNA on me, as well as three lovely ladies with rather fabulous nipple tassels, we had a pretty good laugh.  We were all a bit shell-shocked at one point, but that just added to the fun.

Some of you may remember a while ago I completed Item 28.  Take a Yoga Class and that I really enjoyed it, so much so I wanted to continue on in my Yogic path.  And I have.  I signed up to a 6 week beginners class again at The Life Centre, which started this month…  as if I haven’t given myself enough to do this year!  Anyway, so far, it’s been very enjoyable.  Really lovely people in the class and the teacher, Sandy, is explaining all the poses to us as in fabulous detail, as well as reminding us to breathe throughout the class – thank goodness as I’ve felt myself turning blue a few times as I try to bend my way into some strange contortion and seem to forget the most important bit of keeping alive!

Mid month saw me attend a work BBQ where I enjoyed a few Vodkas, go on a tour of the newly revamped Wimbledon Studios with Jude where we enjoyed a couple of glasses of Pimms, catching up with my wonderful next door neighbour Linda, where we enjoyed a delicious dinner over a bottle of Prosecco, and attend the launch of Square Eyes again with Jude where again we enjoyed a few more drinks…  I gave my liver a few days off though as next it was off to Cornwall with Liz for a bit of a weekend mini break and there’s always booze with the pair of us.

Meeting at Paddington for the 10am train to Newquay we packed a picnic (OK, we bought some lovely goodies from M&S) and jumped on board.  We chatted all the way there, only occasionally stopping our gossip to enjoy the stunning views.  On arrival at the hotel, we both crossed the first of four more 40 for 40 things off my list, Item 23.  Have a Hot Stone Massage.  Two hours of pure bliss and indulgence.  Seriously, it was worth travelling all that way just for that massage.  My therapist was amazing, even though at one point I couldn’t stop giggling (it seems I’m rather ticklish).  Incredible.  If you’re in Newquay,  highly recommended.   Liz and I then enjoyed a bottle of bubbles on our balcony watching the beach bums (Yes, actual bottoms, as people changed out of their wetsuits) whilst overlooking Fistral Beach.  Glorious!

Friday saw us head into the water ourselves for Item 13.  Take a surfing lesson as we joined Francis of Hibiscus Surf School as she took us under her wings and taught us to surf.  What an absolute hoot!  Several hours passed very quickly and were full of giggles as we tried and failed, and tried and failed to get up on the boards.  Liz did manage for a few seconds, but I only got up as far as my knees.  Still, we caught a few waves, and certainly got a taste of the rush proper surfers enjoy – we also tasted quite a lot of seawater!  Glug!  Brilliant though – and another activity I’ll certainly be doing again.  Maybe in slightly warmer water next time…

Surfer Chicks! Note to self: Wetsuits are not flattering, not flattering at all...

Catching a wave...

...then falling off...

meanwhile, Liz is standing up! Show off!

After all that exercise we obviously needed to refuel, so we spoilt ourselves (again) by going to Jamie Oliver’s Fifteen for dinner.  And not just any dinner, this was the 6 course Tasting Menu.  Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, and yum!  Every item in the menu is explained to you, every glass of wine (there was a different one with every course) is described in fantastic detail.  We took our time and spent over three hours melting at every mouthful.

Saturday called for a bit more exercise, ony this time is wasn’t us doing it – instead we did Item 12.  Ride on Horse back along a beach.  It wasn’t 100% what I had planned in my head when I put the list together, the rain certainly didn’t help, but good fun none the less. Oh, and there will be a photo of me on my horse Maeve soon, but I couldn’t take one of myself and hold the reins, so that’s Liz in front!

Having had such an amazing meal on the Friday night, we kept on in a similar fashion on Saturday, getting dressed up and pootling off to Padstow for a night at Rick Stein’s Seafood Restaurant.  Before we left, I made up my perfect menu in my head – if I could have anything it would be Scallops to start, Dover Sole Meunière for Main and Crème Brûlée to finish.  How lucky am I?  Every single item was there on the menu ready for me.  And every single mouthful was outstanding.  Liz got crabs…

After all that, it was time to come home, so we packed our bags for Bodmin and travelled back to Paddington with bellies full, but we did manage to squeeze in a quick Clotted Cream Scone on our way back (OK two scones, but who’s counting?).  Liz – thanks for being such a fabulous friend!

Now you may have noticed that I said I completed four items during the little trip to Cornwall.  So far, I’ve only told you about three of them…  The fourth, well, I’m not going to say too much as I might end up as an embarrassing video on YouTube.  All I’ll say is that the glorious pool at our hotel had twinkling lights like stars in the ceiling…  so it might relate to Item 6 but I’m not saying any more than that.  Not a word.

As if I hadn’t done enough this month, I rounded things off with another Item 15. Do something ‘cultural’ every month taking a trip to the theatre to see Les Misérables.  This show has been on my list of things to see for years ( it’s now in its 25th year), and I’m so glad I made the final push to see it. And lucky too, as Alfie Boe took the lead as Jean Valjean.  Wow, what a voice that man has, in fact the whole cast was brilliant.  A special ‘wow’ goes to Alexia Khadime in the role of Eponine.  We all know the song “On My Own” but Alexia truly brought a new level to it for me.  Simply superb.

So that’s it, September has rolled away and October come to say hello, bringing with it the summer, so that’s my cue to say goodbye…

‘Till the next time…


It Don’t Mean A Thing If It Ain’t Got That Swing…

•1 September, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Starting the month with a bit of culture this time for Item 25, as Debs and I trotted along to Shakespeares Globe to watch a brilliant production of “As You Like It”.  Thankfully we had seats in the slightly covered area of the beautiful open air theatre as a couple of times during the production the heavens opened…  Very glad not to be stood for the very long play, as we watched several people soaked to the skin, hopping from foot to foot having been stood up for so long.  I’ve only seen Shakespeare done a few times, and it always takes me a few minutes to get into the rhythm of the language, but once my ear is tuned, it’s so enjoyable.  We laughed and giggled along with the comedy, and had a very pleasant afternoon.

Of course we didn’t just pootle off home straight away, which would be wrong on a Sunday afternoon; instead we sat and enjoyed a few drinks while waiting for an eBay auction to end.  Not just any auction mind you – this one was to actually auction Debs off for a Dinner Date for Trekstock the charity she’s been raising funds for before she climbs Mount Kenya next month.  What a successful auction it was too – she sold for £780!!!  Thank goodness I don’t have to pay that every time I see her…

Then most of this month has been spent cleaning up dust at home, as I’ve had some lovely chaps in replacing all the windows in my house, which doesn’t sound terribly interesting, but oh the new ones are lovely.  I feel like I need to go up to them from time to time and just gently stroke them, but I don’t as the neighbours would probably wonder what on earth I was up to!  Oh but they are lovely…

I did manage a little more excitement however, by completing Item 30 – Swing on a Flying Trapeze.  Attending lessons for three weeks at Aircraft Circus having bought a Groupon offer earlier in the year (again another fabulous coincidence having written the list in November, Groupon very kindly obliged with a suitable deal in February) and actually I managed to swing quite successfully.  I’m still a bit too blobby to attempt any tricks, but I didn’t do too bad with the swinging.  OK I couldn’t lift my arms for a week afterwards, but it was great fun.  And I even have a couple of iPhone videos to prove it!

Flight number three at my first lesson…

Flight number two at my second lesson… bad take-off… ooofff!

This month my Item 8 took place at my local beauticians, a relaxing bliss facial.  I’m not so sure about the relaxing part when I had to hold a metal rod in one hand while the therapist waved two wands across my face, something that felt like mini electric shock treatment, but my skin was clear and sparkling by the time she finished, so I guess it was a worthwhile form of mini torture, and actually I was very relaxed as I took the three-minute walk back to my house afterwards!

Then, came the final weekend of the month, the start of the Bank Holiday three-day weekend, which is always a treat in itself, but added to this I had the pleasure of Mummy and Daddy on the Saturday to belatedly celebrate Mummy’s birthday.

We started with Afternoon Tea at Fortnum and Mason (Item 26) which was delicious.  Mini nibbles and soup, followed by finger sandwiches, clotted cream scones, then as many mini cakes as you can scoff, all washed down with a delicious pot of tea and a glass of champagne.  Part way through the afternoon, the pianist who tinkles gently in the background throughout the day broke into a rendition of Happy Birthday, which was accompanied by a special little cake and candle for Mum handed to her by one of the rather handsome waiters.  We counted five renditions of Happy Birthday while we were there; it’s obviously the place to go for a birthday!

We wandered around the store for a while after our tea, looking at all the lovely gifts and trinkets you could purchase including some very lovely Christmas Crackers, but at £500 for 6, we decided that maybe we’d save buying those for another day.  Instead we jumped in a taxi, Mum thinking we were going home, but actually heading across town to see The Lion King at The Lyceum Theatre (another Item 25, that’s two theatre trips in a month!)

I’ve never really wanted to see The Lion King, which is odd as I love a musical, but for some reason this one has just never appealed. However I knew Mum had mentioned it a while ago and as it was her birthday, I managed to get us some decent tickets.  And you know what, I actually rather enjoyed it.  It is a little self-indulgent in places – I don’t really need to see people pretending to be grass whilst dancing around a stage – but the costumes are superb and the show is very enjoyable.  Sadly, as happens so much in theatre today, the music often overpowered the lyrics, so you knew someone was singing something about something to do with the circle of life, but we weren’t really sure whether it “hooves our mall” or “moves us all”…  Apart from that, jolly good fun.

So, not the busiest of months, but once again lots of planning for upcoming adventures…  Still no mention of Item 2 – whoops!  Maybe next month…

Till the next time


You Spin Me Round

•2 August, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Ooops – it seems I missed an update at the end of June but, Dear Reader, that’s because I’ve been so busy doing lots of fabulous fun things and ticking lots off my 40 for 40 list !  So, where to start…

After a fairly foodie May, June started with the dreaded Tax Return – Eugh…  Two weekends of sorting through receipts and spreadsheets – Enough said!  So by the middle of the month I was all set to “Boogie Like Britney” with Debs, who is currently in training to climb Mount Kenya for Trekstock, a great charity that supports young people with Cancer, so we thought heading to a dance class would be a more enjoyable way to train, sadly the place we went to was a bit scuzzy with a rather creepy man watching people entering the changing area, so we ditched that and went for Dinner instead…  Oh well!

I did however do some exercise in the form of Item 28 – Take A Yoga Class.  I headed along to the recently opened Life Centre in Islington, for a “New To Yoga” workshop led by Graham Burns, which was brilliant.  I’ve sort-of attempted yoga at home following a DVD before, but aways end up forgetting to breathe and tying myself in knots, so as I’d never been to a proper class I thought this would be a good introduction.  It was.  Being clearly told what to do, and guided into position by a very gentle instructor, really made me understand why so many people rave about yoga!  This is something I am certainly going to continue after the 40 challenges are done.

Carrying on the slight holistic theme, I had my Item 8 – Have a professional beauty treatment once a month in June at Eastern Natural Care in Covent Garden.  This consisted of a full hour-long back and shoulder massage followed by 15 mins of Hot Cupping.  It’s a very odd sensation when the cold glass cup is slapped on your back and you can feel your skin being sucked inside.  You’ve probably seen photos of Celebs with strange round ‘bruises’ on their backs, and yes, I had them too…  I took photos – but it’s not pretty so I shall save your eyes from that.

As the following weekend was rainy and miserable, I finally got around to something I’ve been meaning to do since January, Item 17 – Watch the Godfather Films as FilmFour very kindly showed all of them, which I’d recorded, but just hadn’t watched.  WARNING – I may lose some of you forever at this point, and I do realise what I’m about to say could result with me finding a horses head in my bed, but I was a bit “Mehh!” about them…  Yes, the talent is amazing, yes the cinematography is stunning, yes I’m sure some people do thing they’re the best films ever made, but they’re just not my kinda thing.  There I said it.  My name is BlobbyJogger and I didn’t really enjoy the Godfather films.  Sorry.

Moving swiftly on for those of you still with me, another item on the list Item 15 – Do something ‘cultural’ every month  this month was less cultural, more Camptastic, as Liz and I went to the O2 for Glee Live!  We had amazing seats on the floor, and could almost touch Chris Colfer and Lea Michele when they were on the middle stage.  Was a bit sad that Sue Sylvester wasn’t there, but we sang our little heads off anyway.  Fab night!

Not the busiest of months June, but I needed to get ready for a very hectic July – especially as my Brother and Nieces were visiting from California.  As I see them in person so rarely, I took a couple of days off work to spend with them, and managed to complete several items on the list at the same time (I do love a bit of multitasking!)

Heading to my parents house for the first weekend of their visit, we all – Granny Grandad, Brother, Devon, Charley and I – went for a day trip to the Milton Keynes Museum.  I personally didn’t realise Milton Keynes was interesting enough to have a Museum, but actually isn’t  bad… OK, it’s pretty rubbish, but the sun was shining, and I got to stroke a ferret, so that was Item 15 Do something ‘cultural’ every month done.

The following week, and excited to make the most of my time with my family, I took two days off work and my Brother and the girls came to stay with me in London, where we spent a very brilliant afternoon catching up and having fun at the local park, and then a wonderful day on the South Bank, doing Item 39 – Be a tourist in my own town, starting with Item 24 – Visit the London Aquarium (which I want to go back to – it is brilliant!), before going on a Duck Tour (again, fascinating and fun!), and going round on the London Eye (tried to see my house but there was a building in the way!)

After a very full day, lots of sunshine and a Flake 99, we all headed into China Town as Devon wanted a proper Chinese meal – but poor Charley was pooped and nearly fell asleep at the table!

On the Saturday I sent the family packing back to Granny & Grandad, as I it was finally time for Item 20 – Have a night at the opera in style.  Liz and I put on our fancy frocks and headed to the Royal Opera House for Madama Butterfly.  In a word AMAZING!  For those that aren’t sure about Opera, do try to go – they even had subtitles so you know what all the warbling is about.  Yes, it was horrendously expensive, but for a very special night out, it was worth it.  The Champagne and Smoked Salmon sandwiches were pretty fab too.  Although the very old lady I saw wearing the exact same top I have in my wardrobe wasn’t…  Hmm, don’t think I’ll be wearing that again!

I then rejoined the family for their final day here on the Sunday as we headed to Dunstable Downs for Item 36 – Fly a kite on a big hill.  Very convenient of them to hold the annual Kite Festival while the girls were over here.  Armed with my £4 Tesco kite, off we went.  We had to dodge the torrential rain a couple of times, but I got to fly my kite (rather good it was too – especially for less than a fiver!) as did the girls, before they found the fairground rides a bit more exciting.

After all that dashing about and saying goodbye to my family for a while, it was time for the July Item 8 – Have a professional beauty treatment once a month so I went back to Floatworks for a bit of a calm down.  Ok, it doesn’t strictly tick the box of a professional beauty treatment, but it’s relaxing and calming and I came out feeling very Zen again with lovely soft skin, and that’s all that matters.

I was very very very lucky to be invited by Debs to be her ‘plus one’ at the Coldplay gig at the Roundhouse iTunes Festival on 22nd.  The evening went something like drinks, laughter, friends, dinner, laughter, drinks, music, drinks, dancing, laughter, drinks, chips, laughter, blisters, bus, bed…  Brilliant!

Finally, last weekend, Debs and Jude accompanied me to complete two more items.  Item 19 – Do the Maze at Hampton Court and Item 21 – Ride a giant rollercoaster.  Pretty self explanatory, we started at Hampton Court Palace, where I nearly had an adult tantrum when I saw the maze.  Not sure why, but I had something totally different in my head, much bigger and better and far more impressive, so I was a little disappointed at first glance as it’s a bit tatty and worn to look at from the outside, but once inside we had (OK, I had) a race to the middle.  I won.  To be honest I’m not sure the others were really joining in the race, but they got there eventually.

Then we had to find our way out.  Jude cheated and took the Buggy exit.  We had a picnic lunch in the gardens before taking the short drive across to Thorpe Park to go on a Rollercoaster.

Now, I’ve done ‘rides’ before, but never a big fat, think you heart is going to explode, full of fear, scream your way around, eyes screwed shut, can’t walk afterwards with wobbly legs, rollercoaster.  I have now.  It’s called “Colossus”.  And “Nemesis Inferno”.  Poor Debs had a bit of a moment in the queue for Colossus, getting quite anxious, but she had said ages ago that she hated rollercoasters, so we let her be our official photographer instead.  We waved at her at the start of the ride, full of smiles, happy at that time – unknowing of what was to follow.  Fear, screaming, swearing, screamyswearing, panic and seeing the sun above my feet as we hurtled through the corkscrew going upside down about 10 times – that’s what followed!  And I loved every second. We did manage to get Debs on the slightly calmer, but no less petrifying Nemesis Inferno a bit later in the day, which I think she secretly rather enjoyed.  We went on Tidal Wave too – which has this sign while you’re in line…

It isn’t lying!  We were soaked through.  In fact if we had jumped in the water we could not have been any wetter.  However a quick ride on the backwards and in the dark “X:/No Way Out” and “Zodiac” dried us off a little – Zodiac is how I imagine getting into the spin cycle in a washing machine would be!  Giggles, Screams, Laughter and friends – a fab fab day out.

And that’s it.  Another month (actually two) done.  And twelve more things crossed off the list. You may have noticed that I haven’t mentioned Item 2 at all.  I’m not going to either…

Till the next time


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