Today was a long day, and it still is. I got up at 7 or something, but the baby unfortunately woke in the night so it was a poor sleep. I spent most of the morning making the opening sequence for my sports show on ITV4, which involved being photographed in hundreds of slightly different positions, and so felt a bit like being Gromit. In the afternoon I did rehearsals for the show: If you are one of the people who asked for studio tickets by the way, I will sort it out in the coming week. Maybe in the form of one of my famous COMPETITIONS.
Shit, that reminds me I’ve not awarded the Toblerone for the best first experience. Or chosen a DVD venue. Yet. But we are down to a shortlist of three towns. It will now depend on venue availability. Exciting/administrative!
Today I couldn’t help noticing that the relentless rain was putting me in a grim mood, as it always does. I generally get very downbeat in winter, and very hyper in Australia where the sun shines a lot more. I was thinking about SAD, the syndrome where you get, er, SAD during darker times of the year.
So here’s a discussion: does Seasonally Affected Disorder really exist? Or is it just common sense that you get grumpy when it’s dark and cold, and there’s no point making out that it’s a ‘condition’? Does anyone have it? Is the sun itself reading this? Etc.
Discuss if you will. In other news, Minchin is muttering about illness affecting his half marathon training and has started routinely describing me as his ‘nemesis’, despite being an older, wiser, sexier man. This is all tactics. He’s still fully expecting to beat my time. Sponsor/cheer/obstruct him.
And now I’m going on the radio again. Two Where’s Watson points if you post proof that you found me and listened in. None for seeing me on 8/10 Cats. Where I will look pretty quiet as usual. But have a nice T-shirt on. Guess what colour. It will BLOW YOUR MIND.