Hello peeps,
Today is going to be a good day. I am getting my new car today AND the woman from the TV show It's Me or The Dog is coming to film my naughty little gang. Hopefully she is going to be able to stop them weeing all over the floor once and for all! Today is only the initial filming to take back and show to the woman who trains the dogs so she can see if she can do anything with them. I just know that the little dogs will be on their absolute best behaviour when she comes. Normally they are dragging their beds all over the room, turning them upside down, peeing all over the floor (and sometimes over each other), fighting and beating up Paddy. The minute she steps into the house though, guaranteed they'll be sitting in the corner sweetly and won't put a foot wrong. She'll go away saying "They're lovely!" and thinking that I'm mad for making such a big fuss about their behaviour!
Yesterday I filmed two TV shows at home. The night before (Tuesday night) me, Jord, Tony, Russ, Greg (my cousin) and Steve went for an Indian in Brentwood and then went to a pub for a drink. I didn't eat cos I had lost my appetite due to my back playing up again all day. I took loads of painkillers and drank loads of water. By the time we got in the pub, everyone else was drinking and Steve decided to get the shots in. he came back to our table with 12 shots and we did two each. That was me drunk. Having not eaten and having taken loads of painkillers, those two shots saw me slurring and dancing stupidly. I also started feeling very very naughty. I swear that once I've had a drink, I grow devils horns. I start to look around for what mischief I can cause; by that, I mean, I start to feel the need to snog a bloke and the riskier the bloke, the better. Tuesday night, I had my eye on a 18 year old younger brother of a friend of mine and Rusty. Rusty, as you know has been one of my best friends for years and years. He is also Jordan's best friend and he's like a brother to both of us. The 18 year old is very cute and I've had a thing for him for a while. To snog either would just be wrong. Once the devil horns were out though, they became instantly more attractive and I would happily have taken them BOTH home ;)
In the end, the sensible side of me prevailed and I settled for kissing Russ on the lips a few times (leaving him wearing a nice shade of plum lipstick) and I went to bed with gay Steve. I was up at 8am yesterday morning and started the first job at 9am. The first TV show was about Breast and Testicular Cancer. It's going out during breast cancer week and it's to help raise awareness. It was a light-hearted, almost comical program about boobs and balls. I talked about my own boobs (how mush I love them) and about things like my first bra I ever bought and then I talked about checking your bloke's nuts for lumps. It was very good. We filmed most of it in my amazing make-up room cos the film crew loved it. I looked like I was in a Hollywood dressing room, with all the lights, make-up and fancy dress items in the background.
That show finished at around 1pm and the next crew were already here, waiting to start. The next one was a show about Press Invasion. It was about how little privacy celebs have and whether or not life is good in the public eye. I basically said that I can't complain about paparazzi taking my picture as I knew that would happen if I got famous. It's part of the job. I think that celebs who lash out at or hit paps are just doing it to get even more publicity. They can't seriously hate the paps or get annoyed at them. They wanted to be famous in the first place - why would they then turn on the people who take their picture (other than because they know that a picture of them hitting or kicking a pap will make all the newspapers and therefore lead to even MORE interest in them). No celebrity can dislike having their picture taken; surely? If you've got it in you to want to be famous then you also have it in you to like the limelight and like people looking at you. I can't bear celebs lashing out at photographers.
Although, I do have to say, there's one thing that annoys me more than anything and funnily enough, it happened to me all day yesterday. It's: journalists getting hold of my HOME phone number and calling me up to ask the most ridiculous things. I must have been called 20 times yesterday at home (while I was trying to film TV shows!), they were all asking the same thing: What do you think of Chantelle and Preston's engagement?! Jeeeeeeeeeez. I. DON'T. CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!! In my opinion, their agents have probably got together and said "Right, people are starting to lose interest now, you have to get engaged!" - that's not being bitchy by the way (for all those journalists who will no doubt say I'm bitter and jellus), I'm not being bitchy, I'm being honest. Do I think their engagement is real? No. Do I think they will have a long and happy real marriage? No. I'm just telling it how I see it. That's all I have to say on the subject. I do not appreciate being bugged at home for comments on what to me is the most boring subject in the world. If you told me that while filming Brokeback Mountain, Heath and Jake had fallen in love (for real) and that they had just announced their wedding, THEN I'd be interested (only cos I've been perving over them for months now though). Chantelle and Preston? No interest whatsoever. Don't care. If that's what they gotta do to make money (Obviously the big magazine deals will now follow on "engagement exclusive") then good luck to 'em, but DO NOT call me at home to ask me what I think. It's not important. It's important that this week I got a letter from a young girl who wants to kill herself cos she's being so badly bullied. She's at her wits end and doesn't know how mush longer she can cope. She is refusing to go to school and seriously wants to end her own life. It's also important that next week I am doing a piece for Marie Claire in association with Refuge about Kim's death. It's important that the piece be really hard hitting and that it reaches out to women everywhere who are being battered and who might just seek help after reading the article. Domestic violence is a bigger killer than breast cancer. It's also the biggest killer of unborn babies. Two women a week in the UK and Wales are killed by a partner or ex-partner and one in four women experience domestic violence at some point in their life. The statistics are shocking. These things are important to me and even if someone called me at home to discuss them, I would happily talk. When I am working, however and getting phone calls every twenty minutes about an uninteresting "celeb" couple who have got engaged, in my opinion, to earn money and publicity, then I do not appreciate the bother. I ended up being quite rude to some of the people who called. They absolutely take the piss! One woman had got my number from a radio show I did over the phone about bullying. Last week, I was on air with a young girl in tears who wanted to kill herself and this week, the people at the station have used my number to phone me three times in one day to beg me for a quote on the boring engagement. Note to any journalists who want a comment - do not phone me, I will not talk about it. You can take quotes off this website (although I'd like to point out again that I'm not bitter - I've seen some mags claiming that I am - I'm just being honest. I HONESTLY don't think they are doing it out of love; if I'm wrong and if in thirty-six years time they are still together and still madly in love, like my mum and dad, then I'll apologise and will also eat my whole wardrobe).
Moving on......
After I finished work yesterday me, Jord and Steve went into Brentwood to get some food and then last night; me and Jord watched the film Broken Flowers, which was slightly weird and very annoying. It was one of those films that ends leaving you confused and bewildered. When it ended (without explanation or reason and in a serious state of confusion), I shouted "You gotta be joking me!" before turning over to watch Punk'd. I hate films like that. Soooooo annoying. Jordan brought Baby the Chihuahua over last night to spend some time with Paddy. She gets very excited whenever she's in the new house. She ran and panted her way round the living room for half an hour, then washed Paddy's whole face, sticking her whole head inside his ear to clean it.
Oooooh - nearly forgot to tell you - my charities got the money yesterday from Big Brother. Refuge and Beat Bullying got £25,669.64 each. So, the horror of that week WAS worth it!!!!!!! I'm very happy. Refuge also got another £1000 from the piece I did a few months ago in Reveal Magazine. Both charities are delighted and I am so happy that the worst week of my career has had a good outcome.
I am now waiting for my cleaners to get here. They are going to blitz my house and I am going to jump in the shower to get ready for the filming later on. I'm hoping my car is really on it's way to me (I can't wait mush longer - it's horrid being stranded out in the middle of no where) and I'm going to take Paddy for a walk in a bit. I'm going out tonight with all the boys; I'm going to have a cheeky drink and let the devils horns do their work if there's any fit young things in the club.
Have a great day everyone......
xxxxxx
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