Say what you mean and mean what you say.

Personally, I’m not very good at observing this particular mantra.

I put it down to being excessively diplomatic, or it could be third-child syndrome; you know the sort of thing, where you spent your young life being the hanger-oner, trying to find ways to be one of the gang, square peg/round hole sort of thing.

That’s why I would never make a good politician, aside from the fact I’m not very good at disguising the truth with rhetoric, and I’d be the one who said something first then thought about it later, along with a much better punch line I’d be kicking myself for missing.

But then again, I do also overthink things, analysing to the enth degree.

Where is all this leading, you may ask? To the political turmoil we’ve seen, because as always, the Gateway Theatre was in the thick of it when we held a husting a few days before the general election, at which point we morphed into the local polling station.

I was reminded by one of our younger volunteers, it happened ages ago, and of course in the political world, especially for certain party leaders, or, for that matter, in the under 25s universe, a month is quite a long time, but in the grown-up world, it’s no time at all, and I’m still hearing comments about my husting-hosting.

If you were there, you’ll recall there was a minor altercation, not between the candidates, but amongst the audience, following the Party Of Women’s comments.

That was my moment, and I think even Andrew Marr would have nodded his approval at my hosting prowess.

But then again, when you work in theatre, you sometimes have to speak up, which is what I did when our wall was graffitied.

Having dealt with the incident, I met the local PCSOs to talk about follow-up action, and one of them said he recognised me.

Don’t worry, nothing criminal, I think it was linked to one of our Gala Nights when I was guiding an Aston Martin into place, or it might have been the tuk-tuk. Either way, he recognised me.

I was up again for the Wilding event. Loved that film and chatting with Ted Green and Jill Butler, the two people directly involved with the Knepp Estate project.

Ted is a man who says it how it is; there are simply too many people on the planet. I think there’s a bit more to it than that, but he does make a fair point.

Being such a plain speaker, perhaps he should stand for the next election. Meanwhile, I’ll be keeping a low profile, just in case the local constabulary is on the beat.