So, I went to London at seven in the morning on an entirely unheated train (thanks, First Great Western) and arrived at Broadcasting House.
I met the rather nice Garry Richardson, the sports blokey from radio 4, who has a very strong Berkshire accent when he’s not on air.
And I met Sandi Toksvig, who is not small at all.
And I met the poetry lady who had a big red woolley jumper on.
And I met Fi Glover of course who was very nice.
So I nattered and nattered, I told the story of my dad, the bee and the underpants (see picture)
Bees always walk upwards
a) the book
b) the name of the book
c) the website
d) anything useful at all.
Am going to go away now and hide under the duvet. I’m an idiot idiot. If you want to Listen Again, it’s on the Saturday Live site. If you want to lobby them to link to my site, then bless you bless you, please please do.
PS I’ve got a book out you know. Grow your own… oh, never mind.
Posted by Christine Finn on December 19, 2009 at 1:50 pm
Hi Rebecca, that was a great listen this morning – you spoke so well I thought there must be a book somewhere, so just had a google and found you. Am sure lots of other people will have done the same, so don’t worry! In fact thanks for being so refreshingly un-pluggy – and brightening my morning with the (birds and ..) bees story!
Posted by Reb on December 19, 2009 at 8:38 pm
Aw thank you! You really have made me feel better, I’ve been kicking myself all day. I’m so glad you enjoyed the broadcast.