Olympics here I come!

Today sees the first day of my campaign to become an olympian. I thought it might be nice to do something for being thirty and, inspired by the snowboarders on the telly, have plumped for becoming an international sports star. There are four years to go so I think I'll take one year to get myself in shape while also researching potential sports. Apparently there's a sport that involves cross-country skiing and shooting, which sounds like fun. Then I'll have a couple of years to become brilliant at the sport and get the shell suits and stuff. Ace.

While thinking about how I am now a future olympian I realised what a lovely name for a band that would be. We had been thinking about calling it 'My So Called Wife' but audience surveys have suggested that is a 'rubbish' name. So, anyway, how about 'Future Olympians'? We've got a myspace so all we need to do now is learn to play some instruments, write some songs, that kind of stuff. It's great being in a band. Yesterday when I walked to the shops I was just plain old Helen Parker. Today I held my head up high, knowing that I was Helen Parker of the Future Olympians. Brilliant.