This morning has been a busy one already. In fact it has been a bit too busy for someone who is currently out of a job. Surely I should still be in bed right now, watching re-runs of Frasier on Channel 4+1, but no! I am up and about, and have even been out of the house since 6:45am!
What was I doing I hear you ask? Well this morning I was on the radio. That’s right, the radio. Over the past couple of months I have appeared on the radio a number of times, and for those times I was always “Heather, from Uproar Comics.” I always had an official sounding title and people knew I was there because of the business I was in. Today was a different matter however. Today I was just “Heather, a local blogger.” I was on the radio just as myself. Little old me, not affiliated with any company, any more…at the minute. It felt a little liberating.
What was I doing on the radio I hear you ask? I was on the Breakfast show on BBC Radio Foyle, and I was doing the review of the day’s headlines in the newspapers. It was all thanks to a friend, who was looking out for me. Sadly she was unable to review the newspapers this morning, as she normally does, and she offered my name up to take her place. I was flattered and when I got the call to come onto the show, I jumped at the chance.
Nervous wasn’t even the word for what I was feeling all of last night, and most of this morning. When I dragged myself up out of bed this morning at 6:30am, I wasn’t in the best of moods. The house hadn’t heated up yet, and I was in no mood for breakfast. I left my house with an empty stomach, and it is true that when you are nervous, empty tummies are a lot sorer than full ones. My stomach was in absolute knots.
The people at BBC Radio Foyle were really lovely, and they provided me with everything I needed. All I had to do was choose a couple of headlines from the newspapers, review the stories and end on something a little more light-hearted. Simple.
As I made my notes, I could feel the time quickly slipping away, almost as if it were water running down a drain. I could hear the different segments of the show in the background, and when I heard a particular segment, I knew I was going to be next. One of the producers of the show came and collected me from the waiting area, and as we walked down towards the studio, I couldn’t help but feel like I was on some sort of death row, walking steadily closer to my doom. I greeted the presenters, they told me what was going to happen, and sooner than I would have liked, I was live on air.
I was only on for about 5 minutes to start, but that 5 minutes felt like a lifetime. I talked about the relevant headlines, I chatted amicably with the presenters and I even got them to laugh. I stumbled over a couple of words, due to the crippling nerves I was feeling, but somehow I kept the worst of it at bay. Once my section was completed, I left and waited to do the second around.
The second time round, which was roughly 45 minutes after my first segment, was a lot easier. It flowed better and I managed to talk about different stories too. I ended my final segment by talking about the Belfast Film and Comic Con, definitely a topic close to my geeky heart. I wasn’t able to go to it, but a close friend had attended, and I’d gotten the lowdown from him the day before!
So not too shabby for an unemployed blogger such as myself, I do feel like I’ve actually accomplished something today!
Would I do something like this again? Definitely! Will I be as nervous the next time? Definitely not!