Hello, I'm Chrissie. I can't get over how lucky I am to be living at the seaside - I still love living at Cleveleys after being here for more than 15 years. I hope you enjoy my slightly cock-eyed look at life - come back regularly for a look at living beside the seaside, our mad family life and my view on local and topical current affairs. The weather often features, along with the very different things that you get to see and do when you live somewhere like this.
Have I caused a lot of merriment and poking fun at this last week. As I mentioned on Facebook, someone contacted me from ITV who was casting for 'Come Dine With Me'.
I suppose a lot of you know the programme and apparently they have been reading my blogs, why I don’t know, but want a real ‘Lancashire’ character and think I would be good on the programme!
For a start I’m a Yorkshire lass, although the accent doesn’t come through in a written page does it thank goodness, or they might not be able to tell what I’m saying. Only joking, I’m really not that bad, I think anyway. But they would have to catch me first when I ran for the hills to get away! A TV person I’m definitely not, I’m too quiet for a kick off although some might be surprised at that, but anyway, a TV personality I am not becoming - not likely!
Oh did it cause some laughter in our house at my expense of course. When I went down to get the tea ready I could hear my three killing themselves with laughing and did wonder why something was so funny.
Little did I know that they’d seen the email asking if I wanted to speak to someone about going on the show, so as they knew I would, as they say, rather poke my eyes out with a red hot needle than go on TV, they thought it was hilarious at the thought of me doing just that.
They’re a horrible lot aren’t they, but when we sat down to tea and they told me about the email, off they went again laughing at my expense with the jokes flying thick and fast. ‘I don’t even like cooking’ I said. After all 51 years of it is enough to put anyone off don’t you think, never mind going on TV to do it.
This went on all night and as the email came Thursday when we went to the coffee morning at the Regal on Friday morning off Jane went again. I certainly caught her laughter button as she couldn’t switch it off and set the rest of them off at our table.
I think the comment about me burning everything from my darling daughter just about finished them all off, to which I indignantly said that I didn’t. She knows very well that we all like food to be properly cooked rather than underdone, especially when it comes to meat.
If someone served me a meal with meat dripping blood I would probably vomit all down them as one thing I couldn’t eat is facing an animal that is still mooing, I don’t know about you. It gives me the collywobbles just thinking about someone eating red meat in front of me, yuk. I did tell her that she wasn’t complaining when I plonked meals down in front of her every day, I keep trying to get somebody else to take over from me but no, they’re not having it. Maybe after all the raucous laughter I’ve had to put up with I should go on strike and then see what they will do!
I think the thought of me who doesn’t even like cooking, maybe because I’ve done so much of it, going on a programme and cooking for complete strangers was a bridge too far for them all who knows. As was pointed out to me, would I be able to wear my pinnie which I have on in the mornings when I’m doing ‘dirty’ jobs as for some reason this causes a lot of hilarity in our house. Maybe it’s because they know I would have things down my jumper, again from working my fingers to the bone cleaning, washing, ironing and all the things that us women do.
I’m a right proper Cinderella me, except that I don’t even get let out to go the ball, ahhhhhh how sad, I’m almost crying myself, but anyway a TV star I’m not and don’t intend to be, well for now anyway!
If you fancy having a go at being a TV star they are genuinely casting in Blackpool. To apply email firstname.lastname@example.org Shoot dates are 19-23 March
I do get asked to do some strange things, even opening a garden party and lots of other different things but as I’m more of a shrinking violet than a rambling rose, I have to sadly decline their kind offers as it’s just not me to be in the public face.
And anyway, some of them are at night and after all, it’s bath time at 6.30pm and nightie on. So I don’t think they’d take too kindly to me popping home to my bath and relaxation time do you?
No I don’t either, so at the moment I shall be staying put in my own little world, ahhh bliss!
I'm sorry if you read this at the end of the last blog (and the one before), but it's important so I'm going to keep repeating it for those who haven't seen it yet.
If you rely on Facebook to tell you when the next episode of my blog is online, you need to know that they're changing the way they show you news.
They are reducing the posts that you see from 'Pages' (the ones that you 'Like') in favour of posts from friends and family and Groups (that you 'Join')
This is their blog post on the subject:
Jane has set me a new group up so that hopefully you'll keep seeing my posts. Even if you already like my Facebook page, please join the group until we all see what effect this latest change is going to have. It also means that we'll be able to talk to each other more easily too - which will be nice.
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