Apparently I'm going to be debating the US versus the UK - which is best? on BBC Radio 5 Live next Tuesday. (I'm on the UK side.) I say "apparently" because knowing my luck, something will happen to get it bumped from the schedule. Like another plane landing in New York's Hudson river. I wonder if they remember that it's Obama's big day? Or is this their way of acknowledging it? Anyway, it's on the Richard Bacon Show but Richard Madeley is sitting in for him. I have to go down to the BBC equivalent studios at Navy Pier in Chicago and be on live. None of the old hiding-in-the-closet over the phone stuff***
Anyway, we will be covering an array of topics both serious and humourous. I have to have a good think about it and e-mail the producer my points. Obviously I have a lot of my own opinions, and I will be dipping into the realm of hard-facts, which I don't often force myself to do. However, if there are any points you'd like me to squeeze in on your behalf, please feel free to leave them here. Now remember, I'm doing the pro-UK part because that's what they asked me to do. I'm a PR hussy and would just as willingly have done the pro-US part, so let's not get all serious and start slinging mud.
*** The first ever live radio interview I did almost turned into a complete disaster. It was for a radio show in California with an expat host called Rosie Chalmers. She rang me a few days before, we discussed what we would discuss, and how long it would run etc. They then left me hanging for a few days and called me about 15 minutes before I went "live". My mother was visiting at the time, and I had a part-time babysitter, both of whom were in the house. Cue then toddler, alias Velcro boy, to start crying for me and preferring me above all others. I was on hold, waiting for my interview to start and running all over the house to get away from him, hissing at the other two responsible adults to take him away.
I hit upon the idea of locking myself in middle child's bedroom as it's bang in the middle of the house and almost sound-proof. I was perched on the edge of his bunk-bed, notes in hand, when next door's bloody builders started with the loudest chain saw on the planet Arrgg. The room wasn't that sound-proof. Off I ran into the Queenager's bedroom, tripping over jeans, hair brushes, lost shoes and violins. Her room looks out onto the street which isn't exactly quiet; loud fire engines and noisy street cleaners are frequent visitors. Where to go, where to go? Ah yes, her walk-in closet. Brilliant. So about ten seconds before I was cued in, I'm sitting on a ten inch high foot stool in a badly-lit, claustrophobic closet full of forgotten lunch bags and smelly socks. And yes, Rosie asked me where I was, and I foolishly told her, revealing the unprepared amateur that I was. It raised a chuckle though.
Not that anyone will be listening in as it's scheduled for midnight GMT, but no ringing in with "clever" comments if you do. Actually, you can "Listen later" if you go to the web site (see above.)