So, I'm laid up in bed with the flu. This is not good timing as I've got a tonne of writing to do. I've got to find a couple who are into dogging and are willing to be interviewed about it for the Daily Star. I need an 18-19 year old lesbian to interview, also for the Daily Star. And I've got to get 99 sex tips from 99 men by next Thursday for More! magazine. If you know anyone who'd fit the bill, or are willing to take part in any of the above yourself, please let me know.
All I really want to do is curl up with a big mug of hot lemon, honey and brandy, then go to sleep. Sadly, I can't. In addition to the writing, I've got to read the book Paula, Michael and Bob (which is pretty interesting) 'cos I'm starting a new slot on London Live, at the high-profile time of 3am on Sunday night/Monday morning, and they want me to talk about the book. Thereafter, I'm going to be on air every Weds night/Thurs morning at 2am, talking about random shagging-related stuff.
And I think I'm on Sky One this Thursday but it might be next week. It's a show called 'The Big Fantasy' - the one where I witter on about balloon sex. All fun and games. The ITV stuff fell through but I'm waiting to hear back on a Channel 4 thing, which I'd really like to do.
Other than that, life pootles on as normal. I'm dead chuffed because a lovely sexpert mate is coming over from the US on Thursday. It's her birthday while she's over here, so I'm organising the party for her. And I'm currently teaching my other half html so that he can start doing the blogging thing and set up a site for his ace book Your Face Here.
But mostly, I'm lying in bed popping Nurofen and feeling sorry for myself.
Posted by emilyd at October 15, 2003 09:38 PM