Oh dear. Another late one. It’s becoming a bit of a bad habit, this. To be honest, right now I am so tired. I barely had a decent night’s kip from last night, after enduring over three hours in my penultimate make-up class, coming home and finding hardly any food in the fridge before settling down in front of the box to watch the very last part of I’m A Celebrity…Get Me Out Of Here! Oh, Dec…what a cutie. What am I going to do with my evenings now that the series is over?!

Any way, I’ve got admit, I ended up supporting Carol Thatcher (who rightfully won) just because she was hilarious to watch, and had nerves of steel. And balls. Unlike Antony Costa who wimped out of his bushtucker trial, after a few cockroaches went down his back. Maybe he didn’t want them fished out from the back of his vest for fear of revealing the hairy rug glued to his body. Yuck. I suppose there’s nowt wrong with a man being hairy – so long as your name isn’t Antony Costa. Sorry, he just irritates me. And the way he whinges. And he’s so fat. But he did make me laugh when he confessed to getting his chest waxed (and wimping out after one strip) before he used depilatory cream to remove the rest, which burned like hell. Then he moaned about having the tiniest nipples! See what I mean – always complaining!

Enough about the Costa. I’d like to extend a thank-you to the ONLY person who agreed to come and see Take That in concert with me. I’m just disappointed/annoyed I couldn’t get tickets. People asked me why I wanted to go especially when Robbie’s not coming back, and considering I ended up hating them towards the end of their careers, they had a valid point. I don’t know. Perhaps it was nostalgia. Well, I was saved because I couldn’t buy any tickets though they appeared on Ebay straight away. At one point, I entered my credit card details before the next screen informed me the sale hadn’t gone through. These tickets were nearly £40 each! I must have been mad. But as I’ve already established with you, I won’t be going to see Take That. I am suspicious it was all a big PR spin, however…making it appear that the band is in so much demand by only releasing a small number of tickets before sneakily announcing extra dates. Pah! If there are any spare Robbie tickets going…? Oh yes! I got my Robbie calendar!  It’s so nice! Just the right amount of chest hair and no ghastly under-sized nipples either.

Well I am going to sign off now because I am truly tired and lacking inspiration. I am also coming to terms with the fact that it’ll be my birthday on the 18^th of this month so I really need those private therapy sessions to get me through. I don’t know what’s more unbearable – turning another year old or having a birthday that’s sandwiched in between Christmas. And you know, every year I ask for the same thing but I never get it... *sob*

Before I go, do check out the updates on this site including our latest interview with Betzefer. See you next week! Yes, really!