If there was a week where everything that could go wrong went wrong, then this was it.  Quite obviously this editorial is four days late.  Due to sheer exhaustion and the strains of other situations in my life, I couldn’t deliver it on time.  Plus everyone wants a piece of me and not in the way I would like that to be!  The stress of it all has affected my dosage of Lucozade; I haven’t touched a drop for five whole days and if things continue this way, I may forget about it altogether. I’m serious.

I haven't finished. I was all set for writing the new editorial yesterday when the site went down for the entire evening due the host’s server crashing.  The webmistress of this site, Sok Yee promptly came to the rescue for which I am very grateful for, so if you had tried to log on and received an error message yesterday, you now know the reason why. 

We’re still here – just about – and after these episodes messing everything up, what I wanted to tell you seems so pointless now that we’ve reached the end of the line.  No, I meant ‘end of the road’ but that’s a line/song from Boyz II Men and I didn’t quite intend for it to come out like that.  I was actually thinking of Blazin’ Squad but they had a song called ‘Love On The Line’.  My mind’s all over the place, probably due to Celebrity Big Brother finishing last weekend in which a member of Blazin’ Squad was locked in a house with Sylvester Stallone’s mum and called her ‘grandma’.  Class! 

If you were aware (or not as the case is for many), nine ‘celebrities’ were locked in a house for up to 18 days under 24 hour surveillance and this time, the producers got it right – shacking up ex mother-in-law Jackie Stallone and ex-daughter-in-law Bridgitte Nielsen, throwing in a munchkin from Blazin’ Squad, an airhead in the shape of Caprice and amongst others, Bez – the loon who danced with the maracas in Happy Mondays about 15-20 years ago.  Bez won.  Quite disappointed but then again if Kenzie from Blazin’ Squad had beaten him, it would have meant those half-wits signing on the dotted lii-iiiii-nne for a new record contract.  Did you know they had been dropped?  I had no idea!  Why didn’t anyone tell me the good news?

I wouldn’t really like this fact to get out but I quite like their song ‘Flip Reverse’ or whatever it’s called.  Well, I can tolerate it without the urge to kick my speakers in if made to listen to their usual tripe, but ohmagodinnit, that Kenzie is so weedy!  He tried so hard to flex his puny pecs but looked more like a 13-year-old trying to prove he’s over the age of 12 to get into a 12 certificate movie.  I’m sure he cringed with embarrassment as much as I did when he tried to brag about the last time he had had sex, chopping and changing his story over the course of two minutes while trying to impress Caprice and hoping his mum and dad weren’t watching.  Tsk!   

I have a camera phone, by the way.  I’ve had it for over a month and like it a lot now but I’m disappointed not many people I know own one too or can receive picture messages at the very least.  I thought they were all the rage and that I was the last one to acquire such a gadget.  I can count the number of friends who do have a camera phone on one hand and one of them is my mate, Mojo, who so far has picture-messaged me a bagel and a cactus in a pot.  Beat that.   

And finally, for those who are concerned about the site’s contents, we are doing our utmost to deliver them.  We have interviews coming soon including one with Phantom Planet, whom I’m led to believe provide the theme tune to The OC. Like whatever.  Innit.  Or something.  Apologies for the delay and the breakdown in our service.  I hope I’m forgiven.