I can't believe I haven't properly plugged this here yet, what with my penchant for self-promotion tantamount to listening to an opera singer warming up (me me me me me), but check it out!
While we're waiting for Australia's Next Top Westie Scrag to grace our hungry screens, I've been scribbling and voicing episode recap clip show thingies for Project Runway.
Like, they ASKED me to. Because they WANTED me to. So if you'll excuse me, I have to call a couple of high school teachers who told me I'd never get anywhere by being a sarcastic bitch.
It's the best fun a girl could have with her clothes on without martinis or cheese! I write it and put the time codes and stuff on a piece of paper, record a voice-over, and then hand it all to a clever bloke who actually knows what every single button on his computer keyboard does. Even that squiggle thing. I know. It's amazing.
Right. I think I've made up for forgetting to blow my own trumpet now. As you were.
New episodes up every week. Yay.