I do not look like a ‘dare devil’…

I do not look like a ‘dare devil’. This has often worked in my favour; angelic looks can get you far in life (well, at least a drink at the bar). However, I’ve decided it’s about time I showed the world… I’m Cat Cubie, I’m Scottish and I’m made of girders.

(And of course, Irn Bru if you want to sponser me, I’d be delighted)

When I was little, my parents were never precious with me; I learnt the hard way. Each year, we would go sailing on the west coast of Scotland, and each year we would be chucked off the boat (actually, we probably dived, but chucked is so much more dramatic). Then my father would say in his deep, resonant (faintly Sean Connery) tone ‘if you can’t swim to shore, you can’t come on the holiday’. Harsh. Maybe, but I always made it.

I think it’s probably a fairly good lesson for life too, and why I tend to always chuck myself in. Head first..

In the beginning, my cup is half full but my pockets are not…

This is a blog for anyone who, like me, often finds themselves a little bit short at the end of the month…

Let’s get the small talk out of the way. Hi, my name’s Cat, I’m a TV Presenter. Right now though, you’re probably thinking ‘eek Cat Cubie-who? Perhaps therein lies the problem, I’ve done some stuff on TV, but to say it’s been a little quiet of late would be something of an understatement.

Of course, I consider myself really fortunate to have been able to give this presenting malarkey a go, and what’s more it probably sounds incredibly glamorous. It can be, I’ve definitely had pinch me moments a couple of times. However, I’ve also worked in pubs and restaurants to pay my way, lived off spaghetti hoops and cried at my bank statements.

The last thing I want is to sound whiney; I’m lucky to be following my dreams (yes, I just gagged a little too) but whilst I’m waiting for my next fabulous job, me (and my bank manager) thought I better try and make a few extra bob.

It’s not that I’m bad with money, I am Scottish after all; I grew up being thrifty. However, if I can be an economy bore for just a second, my understanding is that a recession occurs when employment, finance and (corporate) earnings decline. It may well describe the current climate but unfortunately it also describes me.

I know, deeply unsexy.

So, I’ve decided to do something about it. I’ve got some bits and pieces of work, but I also have a wee bit of time on my hands. I reckon with a smidgen of creativity I might be able to make a bit extra to keep the wolf from the door and I may as well chart my progress along the way. From eBaying it to pennies for my thoughts I’ll let you know how it goes.

Next week, easy as eBay…

An irreverent and thoroughly incomplete guide to fashion…

Without conforming to stereotype: I love clothes, shoes, shopping, handbags, I even love the little indent you get on your hand from carrying too many hangers before trying things on.

I am no fashionista, however, this blog is simply my take on style and trend as a girl of the high street.

I might know my PPQ from my Primark, but that doesn’t mean I can afford it and whilst I might love a similarly ridiculous trend of bumless, leather knickers that doesn’t mean I think I can (or most girls would) wear them for a night on the town just because they’re ‘in’.

You might not always agree with me but hopefully, you’ll always laugh with me (or at me, either way).

This is fashion… Cubed!