Now I’ll be honest with you and I’m sure it won’t really come as a huge surprise but myself and sport well - we’ve just never really seen eye to eye.

It all started at high school I think, up until then I’d really enjoyed gym time at primary school, climbing the kelvin frame, trying to vault over the horse but instead would take a run and headbutt it because I didn’t jump high enough and playing rounders outside in the playground during the summer months (yes we actually had summers back in the 80’s).

It all changed when I got to high school though as we had to wear a gym uniform which consisted of a pair of giant red pants with two white stripes up each side and a red mini kilt to go over the top of them topped off with a white polo shirt and white knee high socks.

I detested the gym uniform so much I’d come up with every excuse in the book not to take part because I just felt so self conscious wearing it especially in front of all my classmates.

I once tried the old faithful line of “Sorry Miss, I’ve forgot my gym clothes.” It backfired majorly when I was sent to the box in the corner labelled old gym uniforms to wade through and find something to wear which was nothing short of disgusting as the smell alone coming out of that container would have knocked down a horse.

As I’ve got older I’ve joined my local gym and I always try to get along to a Zumba or a bodypump class if I’m feeling particularly brave but one thing I have always loved is watching sport.

I think it comes from my poor daddy having five daughters and therefore had no choice but to watch sport with us. We’d watch football, rugby, tennis, cycling, Formula 1 although we’d draw the line at snooker and cricket.

That was a step too far even for my Dad. When I was younger I’d go every Saturday morning to watch our primary school football team play as my dad was and still is the manager of St Bridget’s A team.

We’d play tennis in the street every summer when Wimbledon was on and we had our own cycling club too which involved all the children in my street riding up and down to Garrowhill Park most evenings. It was quite a sight.

I’m still a huge football fan to this day and I know there’s a big match on Saturday in Glasgow but I want to turn your attention to another big sporting event taking place in the city on Saturday evening.

The Glasgow Tigers are the West of Scotland’s only professional speedway team and offers high speed entertainment for the whole family, competing at the Peugeot Ashfield Stadium in Springburn.

Speedway matches offer all out racing where the bikes have no brakes, 500cc engines and can accelerate faster than a Formula 1 car. A seven man team speedway match offers spectators up-close entertainment, where you see the Tigers race in the SGBC fixture against rivals from across the country. Matches last for 15 heats, with each heat consisting of four high speed laps.

On Saturday evening the Glasgow Tigers will take on their biggest rivals the Edinburgh Monarchs in this derby fixture which means so much to both clubs as they are currently sitting at the top of the league. I’ve been to a few speedway matches with my lovely friend Sheryl and they are so much fun.

It’s a great family atmosphere and the Ashfield Stadium has recently received a stunning new makeover to enhance the fan’s experience. It all kicks off at 7pm on Saturday night and for more information just log onto http://www.glasgowtigers.co or you can follow them on Facebook and Twitter. It’s just fantastic to see two Scottish clubs fighting for the top spot.

Happy Birthday to my darling and dearest friend Derek Leitch who is turning 21 again tomorrow. I hope you have the most fabulous time and I can’t wait to celebrate in style with you at Downton Shabby. Lots of love xxx