They, whoever ‘they’ are, say it’s good to do things that are outside of your comfort zone, to do things that make you a little scared and nervous. It makes you a stronger and better person, so they say, and I’d have to say I’d tend to agree.
Now I’m great at helping other people try new things, from encouraging friends and clients to run the Sunderland 10K (by the way, have you signed up yet?) to trying a new fitness class or new healthy recipe.
In fact, in most areas of my life I’m pretty good at taking my own advice too and doing the scary things, but I’ve just agreed to do something very scary! I’ve been asked to take part in Strictly Sunderland in March, which involves ballroom dancing in front of hundreds of people!
Part of the work I do these days is professional speaking, often to hundreds of people either in the world of fitness or business, and that makes me nervous in a manageable way, but ballroom dancing ... I’m terrified!
Event organiser Nicola asked if my husband would be my dance partner, and as much as I would have loved him to do it, I correctly predicted that his answer was, “no Katie, I don’t dance. I fit boilers love.”
So I’ve drafted in my lovely friend Stuart Hatton, also known as Mr Gay UK and Mr Gay World nonetheless, and guess what? He can dance!
Now on one hand I’m buzzing, because if I want to win the £2,000 prize money for my chosen charity he is the man to help me do it.
You don’t leave your prize pony in the stable when you want to win the race. But the other day, I need to do some serious rehearsing to try and keep up with him. I’m stressing to say the least, so please wish me luck.
I couldn’t write my column this week without mentioning one of the best things thats been on the telly box for ages.
Ant and Dec meeting Prince Charles was just fantastic. It was full of humour, I felt it was really down to earth and who’d have thought Prince Charles would have so much banter?
But there was just one problem, was it just me, or did anyone else keep having to turn the volume up when the Prince spoke to try to work out what he was saying? He’s so posh, I could hardly understand him.
I know Christmas has been and gone, and presents aren’t usually an occurrence in January, but my mam got me a corker of a present this week – The Mackem Dictionary. Oh my goodness, it’s brilliant.
It’s full of mackem words, with their definition and an example of the context in which you’d use it.
I tested it out on my friend from Warrington on the phone and he had no clue what any of the words meant, and suggested that rather than trying to learn Spanish this year he might take up mackem instead.
One of my favourite mackem words is ‘liften’ defined as ‘to have an incredibly unpleasant aroma’, closely followed by the Mackem classic ‘piat’ used to describe a person’s face.
Honestly I’ve laughed my socks off reading it and it provided me with yet another reason (not that I needed one), to love our city. How many cities have their own language? Massive high five to the dictionary’s author Paul Swinney.
I’d really like to hear your favourite mackem-isms. Tweet me them @KatieBulmer1.