I haven’t got around to writing about my time on the plinth for so many days, I’m at risk of forgetting how it all happened! This first post covers everything that happened on Plinth Day until just before noon.
I didn’t sleep too well the night before, and awoke early, excited, nervous and disbelieving in equal measure that the big day was here at last.
I tried on my plinth suit with some trepidation but found it did still fit, four years on from having it made for my wedding – four years in which I’ve gained a bit of weight, but fortunately not quite enough to stop me dressing in the manner indicated in the PlinthiPaul logo. Mind at ease, I was able to shower and dress in my rather less sweat-inducing normal clothes.
A breakfast – including some toast from the loaf I’d bought for experimental purposes – followed, then I checked the suitcase and other bags’ contents a final time (well, final apart from on the pavement near our house when I had a panic I’d forgotten some audio wires) and off we walked to the station, speaker, air quality monitor, bags and case in hand.

On the train, I went through my folder of experiments and used it to write up a running order, illustrated with a map of the plinth, to indicate where I would be standing for each thing, in the hope this would help the camera operators keep up with what I fully expected to be a frenetic hour’s plinthing. I also included a specific request that at the end of my hour, after singing ‘Happy birthday’ as pliché no. 9, I would like a full-length body shot of myself from the lower plinth camera, to ensure my final, visual, pliché joke worked properly.
The train-ride was soon over and we were walking to Trafalgar Square, not to watch the plinth as so often in the past but instead to go straight to the One & Other Welcome Centre and prepare to go on the plinth myself.
I was greeted by the security woman I’d met at the base of the plinth when giving out leaflets a week earlier. We recognised each other and I reassured her she had every chance of getting some sweets thrown to her when I was on the plinth. After the 10am changeover was complete (she was escorting the JCB through the square), she checked through my case for dangerous items and then we were allowed into the Welcome Centre.
I took out my folder of experiments again here and talked Abi, the event manager, through everything I planned to do. She seemed a little nervous of what I might have lined up, or possibly just concerned for me that it might all be a bit rubbish, but I was glad to see her face light up (as plinthers mustn’t) more and more as I explained what I had planned. She seemed quite happy with how it would all go, and with my preparations, contingencies and so forth.
The only disappointment at this point was that, contrary to what I’d been promised on Twitter, I was told that plinthers were not allowed upstairs under any circumstances, even if they’d been invited up beforehand on Twitter. I’d been really looking forward to that as I’m a total tech geek who’d’ve loved to see how it all worked, and I’d arrived over half an hour earlier than asked partly with that in mind, so that was a big let-down, particularly as it was just a flat ‘no’ without even checking with the people upstairs.
I’m getting into ‘all a blur’ territory about now, with just 90 minutes or so to go until I was on the plinth. There were lots of forms to sign, and I met the plinther who was on before me, Hannah, who seemed very nice. It was when she was about to leave to get in the JCB and we said we’d next see each other 8m up at the changeover that I realised just how close I was getting to the plinth: it was then I decided to dash across the square to use the 24-hour public toilet which has saved O&O needing to install their own!
My giraffe had arrived by then, too: my parents had driven up with my grandparents, one of whom has a disabled badge which allowed them to park right near the plinth – he wouldn’t have been able to walk there otherwise. They’d brought the giraffe with them and it went down very well with all in the O&O office. One of them stood it just inside the entrance door to greet anyone opening it – I’d done this to my parents at their house the night before so it was quite amusing to get a taste of my own medicine on returning from the toilet!
One of the O&O staff suddenly became very keen to go through my suitcase again, despite the security woman already having done this. It transpired he was more interested in helping me stop things blow away, however. I’d mainly got this covered already with my bricks and sticky tape, but he was able to lend me a stage weight, which did hold the music stand down even better, and some gaffer tape, which may or may not have been any stronger than my own but did have a lot more left on the roll!
After this I was rushed into the side room for my pre-plinthing interview. This was conducted by a staff member who came across as a naturally good listener. I got a taste of what it must be like to be interviewed in the Big Brother Diary Room – the silences when you finish answering a question, in the hope that you’ll open up further and more honestly to fill the gap. I dread to think how bad the interview came out in places, as I rambled on and jumped around between questions in the way my mind was leaping around like a startled frog, but you, I and everyone else will be able to find out in the long run, as all the interviews will be released under a Creative Commons licence by the Wellcome Trust.
Unfortunately, much as the interviewer was a naturally good listener, it seems I’m a naturally good talker, especially if nervous, so I ended up being interviewed for so long that there was no time to take my photo before I went up! Instead, I was left in the room to get changed into my plinthing outfit, and when I came out there were only a couple of minutes left until I needed to take to the JCB.
I checked I had my coins to toss in my suit pocket, and my phone in my jacket, while Edith booted up the laptop and I connected it to my speaker and donned my Skype headset, so that my audio would be up and running as soon as I got up there – I had no time to spare. I gave it a quick test – “HELLO!” – then zipped up my suitcase and headed out of the Welcome Centre, where my giraffe awaited me in the JCB. This would be it, then…
To be continued…





