I have been waiting and waiting and waiting to announce my good news. This has been bubbling away for nearly a year now but it has only just been confirmed so I can finally tell you about it.
Here goes…
The wonderful news that I have been waiting to tell you for AGES is…
…No, I am not pregnant…
…No, I am not getting married…
…NO, I am NOT going into Celebrity Big Brother…
But I am all signed up to write two novels for Hachette Book Group, and I am totally over the moon about it.
Here is my Born to Shine performance for Save the Children. You can still donate!!!
A bit of fun (although completely serious).
I was recently subject to a bit of criticism over some of the documentaries I have made. I won’t name the journalist as she got quite a battering on Twitter and I think that’s quite enough. But sometimes things get said that take things further than a bad review, and on those occasions I like to respond. This is one of those occasions. Amongst her low blows she accused me of making a mockery of feminism, and on this I feel I need to say my bit.
The journalist’s main beef was with a film I made called ‘Dawn Gets Naked’, where I challenged the media’s idea of perfection and the pressure that it puts on women. This involved many things, but most memorably for her was the ending where me and about thirty other women jollied around London on an open top bus with no clothes on. She didn’t like this, she didn’t like it one bit. She drew the conclusion that I presumed that feminism is just about getting your tits out.
But I don’t think that is all it is about, I really don’t.
I have been thinking a lot about luck lately. And after the past few days that saw the streets of our country ransacked by vicious, fire cracking, looting scumbags I have been thinking about it all the more. Yesterday, I got myself so wound up by obsessing over the riot coverage on Sky News and Twitter that I spent the day quivering in my living room feeling like they were coming to get me, just me. When I woke up this morning and realised I still had all of my fingers and that my house was still standing, I felt lucky.
But was I lucky? Of course I wasn’t. The thugs took a night off and the odds of them torching my house were probably about 1000/1 anyway. But still, something about saying I was lucky made my relief all the more satisfying.
I am currently filming a program for Channel 4 about luck, and as part of this I am spending a lot of time in a Yorkshire town called, Todmorden. It’s very pretty, the people are nice, and in the local park there is a statue of a dog that is apparently a lucky dog. I named it Lucky.
