The whiskers on the soft bit of neck around the adam's apple - gone! Those annoying tufts around the lips - gone! I can see! I can see!

They're funny things, mirrors. We all know that it's not the real you. It is, of course, a mirror image. And the more asymmetrical your face, the more distanced the you you've come to know is from the you the rest of the world sees. By now it's become "you" so that when you see yourself as others see you - on camera for instance - it comes as a bit of a shock.

I'm going to be on telly sometime soon. A national show. I can't say too much. Only that the other week I attended "a confidential TV recording".

It was fun. The green room was relaxed and the producers succeeded in making me and my fellows so relaxed that I for one didn't feel that nervous, no voice in my head screaming "You're on telly, you're on telly". And hair and makeup was a hoot. No chair and bright lights. Just the arm of a couch and a nice lady with some foundation (I think) and hairspray. She even had to come back on set when they realised my hair was too sticky-uppy for the lights behind me.

We smiled and spoke for the cameras and did what was expected of us, but here's the thing. At no time did any of us see what we looked like. I don't know if it was expediency or intent but we didn't get to see our faces. Didn't get to see us as all the viewers out there in TV land will. Soon.