It’s very nearly time for us to play a bit of Slade to wake up with and some Bing Crosby to fall asleep to.
It’s another “look how much more successful friends and colleagues are when they’re compared to me” blog, because I know how much we all enjoy those.
I’m slowly but surely coaxing my hair into a beehive of glorious proportions.
Because I’ve not got much going on today, or anything that’s worth talking about, I’m once again going to point you in the direction of some excellent BBC output, which is worth spending some time on.
It has begun.
I can happily announce that I have BEGUN Christmas shopping, less than a month before Christmas Day.
I chalk that up as a total success, as far as I’m concerned.
It’s our dear friend Jamie Wade’s 21st birthday today, and we’re currently sat in the cinema.
When you’re leaving a studio a mere 12 hours before you have to be back again, weekends take on a kind of weird melancholy feel.
The 50th anniversary episode was MAGNIFICENT.
I’ve spent the most part of this evening freezing my tits off outside in Gloucester, because I am a nice, helpful girl.
I think what I’m enjoying most about the Doctor Who 50th anniversary celebrations is just how many programmes are being dedicated to the event, not only on my TV, but on my radio too.