Sorry for such blog-tardiness of late – or should that be tardy-blogness (I think I prefer the latter). I have no great excuse or explanation other than the fact I’ve been working hard. Sorry if that sounds dull, and I know you expect more of me, but what can I say…
However, you’ll be pleased to know that I’ve not been entirely deskbound. No sireee.
Last Friday I ventured up to London for the leaving bash of a former colleague at Woman’s Own. She’d been with the company for 35 years, and therefore felt unable to sit on her hands when volunteers for redundancy were being sought.
So it was, I found myself in a bar with a number of erstwhile colleagues.
We were catching up over some welcome bubbles courtesy of the editor (not the type you blow, of course, although current budgetary restraints wouldn’t have made that entirely out of the question) when in wafted a vision in orange.
Now those of you who know me well will know that orange is my favourite colour. But it wasn’t just the colour of his shirt that attracted attention. It was the flawless flounce followed by the full-on whirlwind persona that is Richard Arnold – GMTV soap queen (am I allowed to say that?) and one-time Strictly contestant.
Wow. The crowd parted before him, as did the waves for Moses.
Then he plonked himself down. Grabbed a glass of fizz and proceeded to hold court. As he did so, however, he cast me more than a few sideways glances.
Strange, I thought. I’m sooo not his type.
Then he could contain himself no longer.
‘You’re the image of Tom Hanks’ wife, Rita,’ he blurted.
‘Is that a good thing?’ I replied.
All the girls quickly assured me that it was.
And when I later checked out Google Images, I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised. If only I hadn’t then checked out Wikipedia. The woman’s 13 years older than me!
So I’m either looking pretty rough right now – or by 2026 I’ll have bagged myself a film star husband, right?