Yesterday was rockin’ and rather surreal. It was seven years to the day since Dietgirl started with that first sobbing-on-the-scales moment back in sunny Oz. And somehow I’d wound up at the BBC in London, rabbitting on the radio about everything that’s happened in between.
I woke up ready to spew from fear, so could only nibble a toast corner and three grapes for brekkie. Nervousness remains the only emotion that kills my appetite. Soon enough I was in a tiny soundproof booth with headphones on, chatting to presenters all around England. Some asked very sensitive and probing questions, some asked about What I Used To Eat. Chips ahoy!
Comrades. Thank you so much for all your kind responses to the wee book – all the comments and emails and Facebook messages and photos. I’ve been reduced to honking snotty tears on many ocassions. My reply time is molasses right now due to book and workplace busyness, but I didn’t want anyone thinking I’m a total snobbyarse. Thank you everyone who has taken to the time to blog about it or write a review on Amazon or tell your next-door neighbour. You have no idea how helpful your words can be. I’m in the process of pulling them all together in one entry, so if I end up missing yours, just hunt me down with a big stick and I’ll get it sorted.
This all feels so unreal sometimes. I started writing in 2001 because I felt like the most lonely, lardy, hopeless lass on earth. If I could travel back in time I’d say, "Look around, you goose!" There is no need to feel lonely. We’ve all been in this lardy boat together. Rock n roll.
So, I did five interviews and I don’t think I swore once! Although I did talk about poo one time. And of course that would be the interview that Dr G recorded for you all. It also makes me laff because we get interrupted with the breaking news that the Bristol Rovers vs Fulham match has been CANCELLED due to a flooded pitch… And now back to Dietgirl!