Rality vs Telly

It's happened, I fell at the first hurdle. I did not go for a jog this morning!!!

Well, I went for a two hour aerobics class instead, so it isn't a complete fail. In fact, it's probably a bit better than just a jog, where, let's face it, I'd have probably strolled the whole way. I have also told the bride to be that I will join her in any gym classes she may be doing, the one proviso is that I shall not attend body pump. Women were not made to lift weights.

We were talking at work the other day about people on TV who are from Somerset all being the biggest stereotypes ever. They don't have a Yeovil Shore or Made in Martock! The telly programme us Somerset lot feature on is more often than not Jeremy Kyle.

I remember, years and years ago, a story on GMTV about a man living in Yeovil who had severe complaints from his neighbours due to the amount of chickens he kept in his back garden!

No wonder when I went to uni they all took the piss of me for where I'm from. I brought one mate back home for a night out in Yeovil, and on the drive she was made up that she saw sheep in a field, we were stuck behind a tractor and we went over a little stone bridge. Oh how the other half live!

I only resent the stereotype, because I am not one of them! I was born in Yeovil, grew up in Yeovil, and the only time I left Yeovil, was the three years that I was in uni at Southampton, but I soon came back to Yeovil! Yet, despite all that, I do not own anything Adidas, I wash my hair on a regular basis, there is no doubt who my father is and I did not get preggo at 13. All of my friends are like this too, yet the only people I have ever seen from Yeovil on television are like this.

I was almost on telly once. When I was little I entered a competition on the TV show that made Fearne Cotton who she is today, Diggit. I wrote a mystery story. The prize was that you got to go on to the show and read your story, and then you won your height in books. That would have been a lot of books too, as I've always been tall.

We were on holiday at the time, in a caravan somewhere. The weather was pants, mum got fed up, and we left our British holiday early. When we got home there was a ,message on our answer phone from the people at Diggit inviting me to be a prize winner. A couple of weeks previously, Fearne Cotton herself had read my name on TV in reference to my story when they were discussing entrants. I thought that was the best it was going to get. Unfortunately for me, it was the last week of the competition and, although we came back from holiday earlier than intended, we still came back too late for me to have my moment of fame! I had to settle for Diggit goodies. Well, when I look at my key ring that has the logo, or I require a rucksack, and I see the logo on that too, I remember, that once, a long time ago, I could have been someone from Yeovil, proving that we are literate, and don't all have the most farmer boy accents ever.

I bet every person from every city thinks the same though. I highly doubt that those from Newcastle are proud to share a city with the Geordie Shore lot. And, although j'adore it, I do not think that those from Chelsea are pleased with the reputation the MIC lot are putting out there (cannot believe that Chloe Green was permitted to put her family name to that, Daddy must be proud).

Right, I am off to watch my recording of Desperate Scousewives. Oh how I love the stereotyping of reality telly!!!