The accidental doom-monger
I was on the telly a week ago for Money Week, and I’m glad to say I didn’t make a muppet of myself. I’m not bragging though.
Even though I didn’t stutter, swear, or sweat profusely, I committed the cardinal sin of money writers: I spread fear, not hope.
I was on TV3’s The Cafe hosted Mel Homer and Mike Puru.
They were awesome, and beautiful in the way only TV people are.
Even after the make-up ladies had done their best, I felt dowdy in Homer and Puru’s presence.
They had their easy, vivacious way in the front of the camera.
I had to really crank up my energy so I didn’t sound like I was suffering from depression.
It all started well.
Sat on The Cafe couch, I ran briefly through the emotional cost of not being in a good place with your money.
I spoke of the roughly six in ten people who were concerned or extremely concerned they’d be