WHEN you're little you always have someone you want to be like when they grow up.

When I was at infant school (which wasn't too many moons ago) all the boys wanted to be firemen or astronauts and the girls wanted to be nurses or a teacher.

Now its seems like everyone under the age of 20 just wants to "be famous", and it doesn't matter doing what.

A quick straw poll around the office revealed that two of the news team wanted to do anything except be a teacher.

With all their family going into the teaching profession they wanted to rebel.

And one of the reporters said that he wanted to be a gangster. Or East End bad boy Grant Mitchell, because he was his hero.

He didn't want to be Phil Mitchell though, he was very clear about that.

Then again, who would want to be Phil?

Grant is definitely cooler.

One of my colleagues said that she had wanted to be one of Charlie's Angels (she still practices her finger gun pose), and, failing that, a librarian - she even had books she used to pretend to stamp.

Journalism was just a back-up plan after neither of those careers proved successful.

And what did I want to do? Well, I wanted to be a vet. Failing that I wanted to be an actress and failing a meteoric rise to the silver screen I had my heart set on being a Bluecoat at Pontins.

You should see my Agadoo and Star Trekkin' moves, they are pretty.

But what about when you hit your 30s?

Who do you want to be like then?

Apparently for women, Nigella Lawson is the one to envy.

The Domestic Goddess has had such an impact that females have shunned previous idol Kate Moss and aspire to achieve Nigella's worktlifethome balance.

Having not reached the heady heights of 25 yet, let alone my 30s, I had to do another straw poll. And no, our girls would still rather be a Charlie's Angel.

If only they would call.

Joke of the week:
A boy answers the phone and the male voice on the other end asks if his dad is in.

"He's busy, " says the boy in a hushed voice.

"Well what about your mum?" asks the person on the phone.

"She's busy too, " says the boy.

So the man on the phone asks if there is anyone else in the house.

"My grandparents, but they're busy as well, " says the boy.

"Well is there anyone else at the house?"

the man asks impatiently.

"The police. But they're busy too, " replies the boy.

By this point the man on the phone is exasperated. "So your mum and dad, grandparents and the police are all there but they're all busy? Busy doing what?" he demands.

The boy whispers into the phone, "Busy looking for me."

1:32pm Thursday 3rd April 2008

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