I have descended to new levels.
OK, so I'm really keen for the Lovers' Guide video to do well. It's now number eighteen in the overall top 40 and number one in the 'Special Interest' chart. I want it to be number one in the top 40 too. But even at its current ranking, I do think it's rather cool to have written a video that's currently outselling 'Spiderman', 'Bridget Jones's Diary' and 'Moulin Rouge'. Even if they have been on sale longer so it's not a fair comparison.
No matter how squeally I get about doing this video thing (I've yet to get out of the house and into a shop to see it in store. I fear I may rupture people's eardrums with girlie squeals if I do) I didn't realise how far I was willing to go to promote it. Until now.
One of the things that I did to help in the PR effort for the Lovers' Guide video was write a piece on 'orgasm tips' for the PR agency to punt out at the tabloids.
I deliberately kept it incredibly mild - tabloids being really rather coy about sex unless it's some scandal with a Page 3 Girl/ footballer/ politician. It was still considered too full-on for most.
All except The Daily Sport. Who are running it tomorrow.
Rather than being outraged and feeling my feminist hackles raise, I asked one question.
"Do I get a byline?"
I am outraged at myself.
They've just requested a photo to run with the piece.
I've got to admit, I never thought I'd have my photo in The Sport. My mother will be so proud.
Posted by emilyd at February 18, 2003 03:46 PM