And I am absolutely bleeding petrified. Have I mentioned my crippling shyness before, readers? Well, I am now. I am such a social vacuum, I'm practically a black hole. I run from people; I hide from social circumstances; I don't even like answering the phone. So obviously I'm a complete natural for an appearance in a major metropolitan newspaper. Right now - and even with a bottle of wine inside me - I cannot understand what's going on that has lead me to this. If I didn't also have an enormous guilt threshold, I would run and run and run. As it is, be warned; it looks like, sometime over Christmas, you may see my shamefaced grimace in your local paper**...
*assuming that there's not a horrible disaster in Liverpool that is far more important and bumps me.***
**assuming you are reading this in the Liverpool area.
***obviously I don't want there to be a hideous terrorist incident, even if it will mean I don't have to have my photo taken.****