I should have known that I was being too cocky.
The BBC came down and did a bit of filming this morning.
I made them a brew and let them inside the house and everything.
Then it came to filming time...
"Tits and teeth darlings..." I told myself. "Tits and teeth."
They didn't want to film me.
The bloody cheek.
Instead they filmed a load of campers and then my Dad.
Mr Grumpy Pants 2012 himself.
I took a few pictures which didn't come out very well and all in all its was a bit of a let down.
The very nice man from the BBC Shropshire radio came along, turning the site into a media circus and interviewed me instead.
I prefer the radio anyway.
TV is rubbish.
I guess the release of my autobiography will have to wait a little longer.
My appologise to anyone who sat through Bargin Hunt, waiting to see me make a complete bumhole of myself.
*insert sad face here*