Too drained to attend my psychic meeting last night..

Heavy week. Last night I should have gone to my meeting but I just didn't have ANYTHING to give and there is sometimes a pressure on me (from me) to give messages so felt it best not to go.

I'm a cup half full most of the time. My personality is a bit like a strong, shining light that others can feed off. Must renew those batteries! When you give out so much it's important to remember to take something back in.

Off to Holland for a few day end of next month. Really want to see Anne Franks home. My memory of Amsterdam was as a child when my mum asked me if I wanted a roll mop herring -yuk!

This time it will be cheese:)...........................

Next Piece of Media Work.

I'm taking part in a magazine discussion on the 9th for Grazia Magazine. Looking forward to it. Haven't taken part in anything like this before though I have given magazine/press interviews.

Was given a couple of possible topics. From memory alcohol and divorce were two out of the three.

Will feed back when I know more x

The Psychic Stuff

When I was six I awoke to find the silhoutte of a man sat at the side of my bed. He was built like a body guard. Definitely not my Dad. He never spoke. I threw the covers over my head frightened. I've seen that man three times in my life. He never speaks. I'm told he visits at crisis moments in my life -yes, perhaps. He is by no means the only 'person' who visits me. I'm not frightened.

I do however attend Spiritualist meetings where I take part in open circle sessions where I can give messages to others.

I get warnings of messages in many ways. A telephone rings -not not a mobile or a landline. This is like a trill phone tone that wakes me. I get yelled at so loudly it frightens me or just a gentle whisper.

Lots of information is given to me often at inopportune moments. It's me that needs to say go away until a more appropriate time.

More to follow on this..................................

Self Promotion

As Brits we tend not to feel comfortable singing our own praises yet self promotion is a necessary part of developing your career and accompanying opportunities further. For years I promoted others -happily but when it was my turn to promote me it felt weird.

I have had links into performing arts or as long as I can remember. My father took me to Bury Children's Theatre as a child where I met an amazing woman Anne Dutt. It was there I realised I would have a go at this.

Since I've been a Bultlins redcoat. Ran a stage school and appeared in both t.v and radio as well as nurturing my psychic abilities.

Grab all the opportunites that come along. Don't sit there ten years from now and say ..'if only'

Sometimes it's better to take a less travelled road to get to your destination!!!

Touring Scotland and living together in an R.V for CH4 with a bunch of strangers

Well, our last day together brings us through the most breathtaking scenery leading through Pitlochry to our final quiz destination in the village of Moffat some eight miles from Lockerbie. Bitter sweet day. We had to win on our last day. Nothing else mattered (to me). See our team!


Do we do it well, just have to wait and watch.

This was the most amazing road trip I could ever take and I never even told you about the car sick stop for me. The sheep army (Harry Hill moment!), the toothpaste cake or.....well, you'll just have to watch and see for yourself.

I count myself as very lucky to have been given the chance by CH4 to appear in what will be their next hit show.

I want to personally thank everyone inc the crew who were on their feet some eighteen hours a day and my team mates. Thank you x

Touring Scotland and living together in an R.V for CH4 with a bunch of strangers

Pics Page. I really didn't get that many pics but here are a couple I'd like to share x
Pic I  Series Producer : Steve
Pic 2 Fellow Quiz Mate : Kevin
Pic 3 Me and Al

Touring Scotland and living together in an R.V for CH4 with a bunch of strangers

Well, today we're off to Edinburgh. I have fond memories of the place as it was my final school trip destination. I was so looking forward to getting the possible opportunity to look around . Princess Street perhaps where I bought my mum the decorative blue wall plate i later broke it:(. Had an argument with room dimensions and a Christmas Tree !!!

The sun shone gloriously as our trip began following a late start, a windy walk and a picture for Jen outside the public toilets -don't ask!

The roads were pretty congested as we got into Edinburgh and we just never got to see the sights sadly. At the caravan park the weather changed and by the time we reached 'The Newsroom'  our Thursday night venue the heaven's had well and truly opened and my pacamac which I'd worn a couple of times came into it's own. See pic above:


The Newsroom was in my opinion the worst venue in terms of the host. He continually put us down a very opportunity -guess he was on a power trip - so sad. Each night we gave an interview to camera. I couldn't help but discuss the host.

Once again won't give results, you will have to watch. Each night we voted for a member of the team who stood out for us personally. At the end of the week that person won any prize money or prizes collected throughout the week. Jen - she kept my sanity and helped me to lose it in equal measure!!