We have got a satellite broadcasting van behind the office transmitting live OBs (outside broadcast, love) to BBC 1 from one of the daffodil fields. I suppose this is quite exciting.
I have been in the office filling in proposed pesticide usage declarations for my potato customers and pretending to be nonchalant about the situation. I went out to the engineer a moment ago to take him a cup of coffee and caught a glimpse of myself on one of the monitors giving the interview which was recorded yesterday.
I normally avoid looking at film of myself or listening to my recorded voice, it makes me feel so terribly self-concious that there is a danger it will send me into cardiac arrest. In the film, I had my head tilted demurely looking like a cross between the HMV dog
and Princess Diana in the Martin Bashir interview.
There was also a fairly camp bit of arm waving from me in a coldstore.
I guess they will get Vinnie Jones to play me if they ever make a biopic of my life.
I am still available for the coming pantomime season, by the way.
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