"OOOOH, Gethin Jones is here," said Victoria with a fair degree of excitement.

"Gosh, the Snowman guy," I said, looking over her shoulder at the BMW M3 I was about to drive around Oulton Park race circuit

"What, he wasn’t in that, he presents Blue Peter, you’re thinking of Aled Jones," she said.

"Well I know he’s Welsh," I said smugly.

"How do you know that?" she said.

"His name’s got a sort of Welsh tone to it; Gethin Jones," I said wondering whether I’d crash the BMW M3 and die horribly of either physical injury or embarrassment.

Anyway I had bigger fish to fry, I was about to drive a supercar with the help of Paul O’Neill, a racing car driver.

He also happens to be Mel C’s half-brother so this was turning out to be a day with the stars.

Well, one man I’d almost heard of and the half-brother of a star.

None the less, when my most exciting moment the day before had been discovering a chicken madras on special offer while shopping in Asda, these people were stars in my world.

So I went out for a couple of laps with Paul, I got in a bit of a muddle with the whole gears on the steering wheel thing and ended up flashing the lights instead of changing from 3rd to 4th.

Luckily, I arrived back just in time to glimpse the mythical Gethin Jones.