Flog It! … Blog It!
I know from all the phone calls that you ladies out there really just want to know, “Is Paul Martin as nice as on the tele and did he wear his pink jacket?” In the interests of getting you to read a bit more of this post… all will be revealed later!

The Beeb arrive!
Let me start by saying, I don’t do photographs. I really don’t do photographs. My daughter had to present a photographic introduction to her family at school. Her opening words, “Please don’t worry about me, I do have a mum, there are just no photos of her!” So, with my phobia of appearing in photographs, how did I end up facing the TV cameras?
Enter Simon and a manic pre-Christmas installation schedule. Initially the show’s producer, the lovely Viki Lines, called and spoke to Simon. She asked if she could send a researcher along to check us out, which Simon considerately arranged on a day when he was out helping (?!) with a chandelier installation. ‘Oh, my wife, Karen, will be here, she’ll show you around’, I heard him say.
A lovely chap called ‘Alex from the Beeb’ arrived. He produced a video camera and asked if I minded him filming. My heart said, … well actually I’d best not print that reaction, but my business retailer, self publicist, head won the day and I coughed, ‘Er, no, feel free.’
You can guess the rest. Alex phoned and said they’d love to film a piece on lighting history in our shop, but would I mind being interviewed on camera? When he said the words ‘you were a natural,’ part of me knew this was flattery to get what he wanted, but an even bigger part, my ego, forced me to consent, knowing the filming would be great PR and that I could also be taken suddenly ill on the day and force Simon to take my place.
So, the big day arrived; Tuesday 9th January, 2012. Simon claims I was a nervous wreck, but I can assure you I was as cool as a cucumber (one that has been left on a table in the middle of the Gobi Desert). A crew of people arrived and they were, genuinely a great bunch of guys (see how quickly I’m getting into that ‘lovey’ persona!). Three cameramen, a sound chap, the smoothtalking Alex (who it turns out has a real surname of Price), producer Viki and the lovely Paul Martin.
Now I must confess, it was all rather exciting. My determination to not be overawed by celebrity fell apart as I got lost for words and disappeared into the kitchen to make lots of cups of tea and coffee. (Actually, inside scoop here for the ladies, Mr Martin likes Earl Grey. Finding our cupboards stocked with PG Tips and Nescafe I quickly legged it to Sainsburys!).
The guys from the beeb set to work immediately. A quick recce of the shop was followed by a ‘meet and greet’ scene (if you ever happen upon it, try to spot the very nervous shop owner changing a light bulb!). I was very impressed. Two cameramen wandered around getting all kinds of shots for close ups and voice overs while Paul Martin wowed us all with his prescence infront of camera.
It is really fascinating to watch a program in the making and appreciate what goes into it – it’s also quite funny when things don’t go quite to plan. Despite Simon’s attempt to sabotage my interview by sneezing in the middle (pure jealousy) it honestly wasn’t as bad as I expected, and look… there’s even a photo for my daughters next project!
I have no regrets about allowing the BBC into our lives for a day, at least until it’s aired(!), and I have a new respect for presenters, it’s incredible how difficult it is to walk and talk infront of a camera and a room full of people.
Oh, and by the way ladies, no pink jacket (but check out the trousers) and, yes, Paul Martin was absolutely lovely; definately as nice as he is on the tele!

And no, ladies. The pink jacket stayed at home, but check out those trousers!