In a comical postscript to my last blog, yesterday morning somebody texted me to say that Vanessa Feltz was going to be discussing the kids on Facebook debate on her radio show. They suggested I phone up the studio and talk about the line I take on that subject in my new book.

The problem was I only got the text when the show had already started.

And I had just got back from a long run.

And I was VERY out of breath.

I turned the radio on and sure enough they were discussing Facebook so I called the studio immediately.

Within seconds a producer had answered the phone and our subsequent conversation went something like this:-

Producer: Hello, you’re through to the Vanessa Feltz show, how can I help you?

Me: Gasp, gasp - Hello - gasp - I understand you’re talking about the kids on Facebook debate - gasp.

Producer: Yes.

Me: Gasp - Well I’ve just written a book – gasp – about a kid – gasp – who makes friends with a much older person online – gasp – and – gasp – I’d like to talk about the positive – gasp – side of kids making friends online – gasp.

It was at about this point that I realised my breathlessness from my run was having the rather unfortunate effect of making me sound like a sex pest. 

A sex pest who had just rung a BBC radio station to talk about the great friendships kids can make with older people online.

The producer took my number, but strangely enough they didn’t call back.

Maybe they’ll give me a ring when they’re doing a show on asthma?