Sing-a-long...de de de de de de de de de de de de

OK, you can choose the tune to sing along - the above 'words' go with at least two tunes that relate to some of the things I've been up to recently:

1) 'Eye of the Tiger' - oh yes, have punchbag, will punch (it's a 'Rocky' branded one that was significantly reduced at JJB Sports and will shortly be hanging in my cellar). There's no need to be scared, after all if I'm punching bags I'm not going to have the energy to punch people am I?

2) The theme tune to 'Strictly Come Dancing' - my sis Jen bought me and Fran tickets for Christmas and we went last Saturday. It was marvellous but my favourite bit was the Dirty Dancing medley at the end. Ah, 1987. I remember it well. I was 11. We danced round friends' living rooms to it after school.

So, a frightening 21 years later, this is my last post as a 31 year old. Yes, tomorrow sees me turn 32, which of course isn't old in the slightest (note the lack of a question, even a rhetorical one - it's a solid, factual statement. 32 is young and wild and free) but it does sound quite grown up. I wonder if I will wake up feeling any different?

I suspect, that - just as I didn't wake up on the morning of my 30th feeling I finally knew exactly who I was and what I was doing - that tomorrow I will feel no different than any other Saturday morning (slightly woozy from wine, or just a bit lazy and managing to fill my day with shopping and eating, rather than running or going to the gym).

This week has also seen me down at Radio Leeds for another of my now regular 'Out and About' slots, for which I was asked to research and report on things to do with a romantic feel.

I managed to do this with some enthusiasm and pride in tact until I happened to mention (off air) to the lovely Georgey Spanswick that I was woken up not by breakfast in bed and little love notes around the house, but by the crazy cats two hours earlier than I wanted to be up (5am, not 7).

Now, you would think that after nearly 13 years in the PR game and given that I now - frighteningly - make part of my living training others in dealing with the media that one of the golden rules would be etched on my brain permanently. I shall take this opportunity to share and remind myself again...

NEVER SAY ANYTHING TO A JOURNALIST THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO BE REPEATED - THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS OFF AIR OR OFF THE RECORD!

My rather weak defence is that it was still quite early and it was also quite funny. Yes, let's all be smug and mock the single girl [wink].

More after I turn 32

Clancy xxxx

p.s. the pic is of me, Sonia (left) and Steph at the 1st birthday party for Croma last Thursday, I gave them a bit of a plug again this week and they are now hosting the next Thirsty Thursday event on Feb 28th - www.thirstythursday.co.uk for more info

p.p.s the sing-a-long in the title also relates to tomorrow evening's birthday activities including a trip to the recently opened OK Karaoke in Leeds!