Small. Porky.

Just when January was proving to be cold and rubbish, a fantastic new fad is sweeping the nation. Mini-pigs! Tiny little pigs that you can dress up and carry in your handbag - hooray! Already proving very popular in China, mini-pigs are the next big thing for (sh)IT girls and I can't wait until the Arndale Centre is full of young Chavettes carrying miniature farm animals in their Primark bags. I think a mini-pig would be the perfect accessory for my new career. Chihuahuas are very last year, and you can't milk one of those. I'm contemplating buying a min-pig from Ebay, but I don't know if it would survive the jiffy bag...

Anyway, I've been at the BBC for about 4 weeks now and it's been fantastic so far. I've already been to the North West Comedy Awards, which were brilliant. I also got to have a look round the set of 'Ideal' a couple of weeks ago which was really good. Moz's flat looks just like my Student Halls so I felt right at home - except there were no cleaners that looked like Jimmy Krankie, stealing my cigarettes and spitting on the floor.

It has been strange trying to think of my self as a 'writer', instead of just some girl with a big gob that writes things. It's a great opportunity though and it's wonderful to have experienced people reading your work without them writing "See me" at the bottom in red biro. I shall endeavour to develop my ideas, and try and raise some serious philosophical debates within my blog. But don't hold your breath x