Party Season

Me and one of my single friends (of which i have one or two) were discussing the severe lack of single men action experienced by the both of us this summer. It seems the hot weather - or should i say warm weather - seems to cause a bit of a man drought. They're all busy off on their lads holidays, or playing footy in the park, or round at a mates for a BBQ. They're all quite happy being single.

We have come up with a theory. We are now approaching official party season. And yes, it's meant to be all about meeting guys at summer weddings and BBQs but really, does that ever happen? The real party season is leading up to Christmas. There are loads of birthdays in Autumn (mine included) as that's when our parents were all getting jiggy at Christmas (bleugh)and as the nights drawn in and the temperature drops, guys are more willing to slow down and look around to find us single gals right under their noses. Suddenly cuddling up on the sofa on a winters night watching a dvd doesn't seem like such a horrible situation to be in, and let's face it, Christmas without a special someone by your side can be pretty depressing (take it from one who knows). Long weekends snuggled up by the fire, romantic strolls around a wintery park, festive parties with no one to kiss under the mistletoe - all much better with that special someone.

So roll on cold weather! I'll be waiting for plenty of lonely men to realise having a girlfriend is not that bad!

Nerves

So...everyone seems to want to know when i will be making my TV debut. It's making me very nervous. This is mainly because i have no idea how well (or otherwise) i will come across. I have to watch the show along with everybody else, i don't get a preview so i can vet who should be watching it and who shouldn't be!

Why should i be worried? Well, there are one or two silly things that i said that i just know will be picked up on...they do like to edit these things in the worst way possible to make "entertaining" TV. I just hope no one gets offended...

Ahhh!

Coupled with these nerves is the dread that i'm going to look like a heifer on telly, with a weird squeaky voice that sounds nothing like me. It's gonna be cringe-a-go-go...

I think i might skip the country. I really don't want to come into work the next day!

Eeeeek