|That's me in the orange...|
I really enjoy doing the Paper Review on Sky Sunrise.
My alarm going off at 4.45am is pretty vile, I have to admit, but as soon as I get into the car waiting outside for me and start going through the massive pile of newspapers that’s always waiting on the other back seat it is ONNNN.
I could actually get up at 5.00am but (and I’m not too proud to admit this) the fear of being on the telly box with absolutely no make-up on scares the life out of me.
They do hair and make-up for you at the studio, but what if there’s been an accident and I get stuck in traffic and don’t arrive at Sky HQ until a minute before my first slot at 6.40am?
See my fear?!
I am aware it is slightly insane when I am doing it, but I will continue to do it and then get the lovely women in the sky make-up room to touch it up when I know I’m in the clear.
Birds, eh? What are we like?
I’ve done the Paper Review a couple of times again over the last two weeks. I did a Sunday with Stephen Dixon presenting. While I did Showbiz (I like to stick to showbiz stories if I can, but sometimes ‘proper’ news stories tickle my fancy so much I have to get involved) Nigel Botterill sat alongside me on the sofa to chat about what I like to call ‘the more serious issues’ going down.
I normally do the 6.40am, 7.40am and 8.40am slots and riffle through all of the papers to find four different stories to discuss each time. I think a particular favourite of my Sunday appearance was EastEnders Actress Shona McGarty getting a telling off because she got caught smearing yoghurt over herself seductively in an ASDA.
I mean, come on. I shouldn’t laugh…but that is pretty funny.
I joined Stephen Dixon (who is a very lovely guy) again on at the crack of dawn on a Friday and this time Lord Boateng was alongside me to chew the serious cud.
I meanwhile, amongst other juicy showbiz tales, chatted about Jonathan Ross grumbling he keeps getting mistaken for Engelbert Humperdinck – check it out, those two were separated at birth…
|Jonathan and Engerlbert. Or is it the other way around?|
...and about how that weekend Britain was going to be hotter than the Sahara.
I hope everyone got the Hawaain Tropic back out from the back of the wardrobe and blew that dust off.
It's always a bit weird after. I'm always home by about 9am and then I don't really know what to do with myself.
After the Friday appearance I went back to bed for an hour before I had to head into GOSS HQ…although when my alarm went off for the second time in one morning I obviously thought... TFI FRIDAY!