The National Television Awards and my life.

Hello everyone! I'm back doing a bit of blogging again. Although, to tell you the truth, I am quite unwell right now. The winter viruses are going around at the moment, and unfortunately I have picked one up. Or rather it has latched onto me. It's not like I went to a supermarket, and said to a shop assistant "Can I have a pack of those? And a cold to go with that please?". No. I didn't. It found me. And it has made me suffer for nearly a week. Roughly. Not that I want it to bring me down. I have tried to carry on as normal. Except for going out. I'm too ill for that. I didn't even get to play in the snow. Not that I'm a child. But I would have liked a little snowball fight or to build a snowman. No such luck there I'm afraid.

In other news, my blasted mobile phone has decided to play me up, and won't switch on properly. The screen comes up with my phone's brand name and then the network's name, but it doesn't get any further than that when I switch it on. So, I've had to revert to using my old phone instead. It has no proper apps, the internet won't let me onto Twitter, and it doesn't charge very well, because the connection is loose at the top of the phone. So, I can only tweet from my computer, which isn't convienient for me. It's not every day that I get to go on it.

On the plus side, I did tweet Giles Coren and Sue Perkins the other day, and Giles replied with 'xx'. And I was very pleased with that. Also, Ant Payne said 'hope you get well soon! x'. Again, that was cool and made me happy. It's nice that I can connect with such nice people.

In TV news, I got to watch The National Television Awards the other night. It was good. But not every show or person I like won. The Great British Bake Off was one of the programmes I was sad to find out didn't win best factual TV show. Instead, Paul O'Grady's latest show won it. It's not that I dislike him, because I don't. It's the fact that I love The GBBO, and thought it really deserved the award. It's just one of those series on television that shines bright amoung other such shows. And Mel and Sue are brilliant, funny presenters on it. Even Paul said on the night that he thought the 'cooking show' would win.

Also, another show which I thought should have been recognised on the NTAs a bit more was Mrs Biggs. Neither Sheridan Smith nor Daniel Mays won an award for best female/male actress/actor. I couldn't really understand why. Both were outstanding in that TV drama, and I loved it. It was totally moving and brilliant.

I watched every episode of it, and loved it from beginning to end. Sheridan is one of my all time fave actresses and has always caputured my attention in whatever show she's been in.

I also thought Merlin should have won best Drama, as I also love that show. And am sad it had to come to an end. You just can't beat a good drama that's set in the past. If the actors are good and the script's good it's bound to work well.

I really do. :)

The one thing I'm most glad about is that Joanna Lumley won a special recognition award, and gave a fab speech saying 'I love you!' to everyone who's supported her. She even cried. And I've met her once, so I was excited to see her on the TV, not only see her get an award. If I do get into acting later on in my life, I'd absolutely LOVE to work with her. It would be AMAZING! Also, I'd love to work with Jennifer Saunders one day too. Just sayin'. (Ha ha ha!)

Aww, she's so emotional here. She's crying tears of happiness.

I think she is an amazing actress and fab in Absolutely Fabulous, which I love. One of the greatest comedies of all time, in my opinion.

Also, I was glad to see Mrs Brown's Boys win an award, because I think the guy who plays Mrs Brown is very talented and plays a woman really well. It's hard to tell that he's a man when you see him in character.

Here's the actor who plays Mrs Brown - Brendan O'Carroll.

Thank you for reading my latest blog post. I do hope to continue my fictional story sometime soon. Maybe when I've gotten over this cold. Because right now, my brain can only cope with writing true stuff, like about The NTAs, and my life.

Bye for now. Ss1. (Also known as the 'enigmatic' one. Ha ha ha!) xxx

Short story. Part 1.

It's not often I feel inspired to write a fictional story. But the other day the urge hit me. So guess what, I am. At least, I'll give it a go... I did write one a while back, about two young ladies, one wanting to be a successful writer, and the other wanting to be an actress. Basically reincarnations of myself, sort of. And although I'd written a fair few short stories about these characters, the ideas for the stories dried up, and I went back to writing blog posts about myself, and Giles Coren and Sue Perkins. That way it wasn't all made up stuff, and I didn't have to sit for ages thinking things and then describing them.

So for this blog post I will attempt to write a short story, and basing it on my own life, or my past rather.

The story starts here...

At school it's safe to say that there are those who get noticed and those who don't. People who are popular, and those who aren't.

For Sally Morland, a 12 year old girl who liked music but hated most sports, she was not the kind of girl who got noticed that easily. A lot of the time she would keep her head down, and sink into her school books, rather than making conversation with the other students.

One day Sally was in her History class, and it was nearly lunchtime. At this time of the day most of the students weren't very focussed on what they were being taught, but instead they chatted endlessly to each other about how hungry they were.

"Oh my god. I'm so hungry. I feel like I'm going to faint." said one girl to the person sitting next to her.

Sally looked at the clock. It was 10 minutes to 1pm.

"So, who can tell me when the First World War ended?" asked the teacher, Mr Pinker. The students often called him Mr Pinker The Blinker, because he blinked so much. It was like his eyes showed how fast he was thinking of things to say.

"1918!" shouted Peter. The class' loudest student.
"That is correct Peter." Mr Pinker said. "But next time could you raise your hand please."
"Ok sir." Peter said again, not as loudly as last time.

At lunch, Sally lined up in the lunch queue, and waited to get her food. Which she did everyday. Today was different though. She was standing next to a girl she had never stood next to before. Her name was Eliza Salbrook. She was the most sporty girl in her whole year group. She liked badminton the best. But also netball and rounders. She often talked to other sporty girls, but never found a real connection with any of them.

Most girls in both Eliza and Sally's year (they were in the same year) cared mostly about their looks. Eliza and Sally however didn't care much about their looks. Not to the same extent that the other girls did.

"Hi! This queue's taking forever, isn't it?" said Eliza to Sally.
"Yeah. I've been waiting here at least 10 minutes already." replied Sally.
"Lunch'll be over before we get any food." Eliza said, jokingly.
"Ha ha! Yeah." said Sally, smiling.
"We're in the same year, aren't we?" asked Eliza.
"Yes, I think so." said Sally.
"What's your name?" asked Eliza.
"Sally. Sally Morland."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Eliza Salbrook."
"Hi. Nice to meet you too." said Sally, with a little smile on her face.

When the girls had got to the front of the lunch queue, they both grabbed their food, and lined up together to pay for it. Then, after paying, they both walked together to an empty table and sat down next to each other.

"What class have you got next?" asked Eliza.
"P.E." said Sally.
"Oh. So have I!" exclaimed Eliza. "Who's your teacher?"
"Mr Harding." said Sally.
"Oh, I have Mrs Trinker." said Eliza. "Should we meet up at the end of school today?"
"If you like." said Sally.
"Do you live that far away from the school?" asked Eliza.
"No, it's about 15 minutes away." said Sally.
"Cool. I don't live that far away either." said Eliza.

Later that day, when the school bell had rung, Eliza and Sally both left their seperate form rooms, and met each other at the school gate.

"Hi Sally!" shouted Eliza, running to greet Sally.
"Hi! You walking home?" asked Sally.
"Yeah. Are you?" asked Eliza.
"Yep." said Sally.
"You going that way?" asked Eliza, pointing left.
"Yeah I am. Are you?" asked Sally.
"Mmm hmm." replied Eliza.

The girls walked out of school together, and then turned left. Both girls looked a little tired and worn out.

"How was P.E. then?" Eliza asked.
"Terrible." said Sally.
"How come?" asked Eliza.
"Well, we had to run around the track in the big field, about 3 times, and then do some sprinting. It was well tiring." said Sally.
"Don't you like running?" asked Eliza.
"Not much." said Sally.
"Oh. Well I quite like it. And badminton." said Eliza.
"Oh, I quite like that!" said Sally. "Much less tiring!" Sally said, laughing a little.
"Ha ha! Yes, it is!" said Eliza, also laughing a little.

The girls walked for about 10 minutes together, chatting away, like they'd known each other for years. Eventually they had to split up, and go their seperate ways, and go to their seperate houses. It seemed like the beginning of a long lasting friendship. But for how long?

End of part 1.

Thank you for reading. Hopefully I will carry this story on later. In a few days or so. Please leave a comment below or tweet me about what you thought of the story. I'd love to get some feedback.

Bye for now, Ss1. xxx