18th October 2005 - The one about the builder

Well.... I'm supposed to update this site every day but i've been too busy with a certain builder. Funny how things go out the window when a fit bloke comes along

So, Saturday night, went out locally. Ricardo came down from London. It's taken me ten years to get him to Essex and he bloody loved it! And, of course Essex loved him. We all got very drunk and I put up with the usual idiotic comments from men. One group, standing behind school teacher Lauren loudly egging their mate on to chat me up and telling him that if he pulled me, he could "sell a story to the papers". Nice. Fockers.

Sunday, me, Kyle and Ricardo spent the day chilling at my parents. My brother cooked us dinner and we laughed at loads of old photo's of ourselves taken back in the day. We all met at Ministry of Sound ten years ago and yes, we have some highly amusing stories to tell. I'll whack it all in the next book! That night we all went to my brother's gig at Sugar Hut and had a very nice time. Jordan had the place rocking as usual and half way throught the night, refused to play any more songs unless we all paid for them. It was all for charity, a little girl in fact, called Ellie May who at 18 month's old lost her limbs to Meningitis. He ended up raising quite a lot for her and is playing another gig this Friday night for her. You can check out the website for more info on the gig or helping towards the family. It's http://www.elliemay.info/

Part of the fun was that as we, the audience, were paying for the songs, Jordan had to play whatever we asked for so of course, the old singalongs were requested and by the end of the night everyone was quite merry (and hoarse).

Monday, I actually had a day off. Was supposed to be doing boring accounts stuff with my mum (still haven't done it and am avoiding her - or more avoiding the telling off I'm gonna get when I see her) but I ended up spending the day laying on a sofa in Sugar Hut with Kyle, Ricardo and Dave (Morgan). By then Ricardo was wearing one of my tracksuits and when it came to him n Kyle going home, he stripped down to his y-fronts in the car park in full daylight to change back into his own clothes. Nut-bag.

Anyhow, Ricardo adored Essex so mush that he's coming back this weekend - in full drag! He wants to let rip on the fit Essex boys that he fell in love with this weekend. Be warned Brentwood, be warned....

Last night, me Sarah, the builder and his brother watched a film (or tried to) at mine. Paddy was in a bad mood and even after serious chats, he wasn't gonna let us watch the film in peace. We paused it 15 times while he jumped around on top of us and generally made loads of noise. I think he's got the hump that some of my spare time (or quite a lot of it) is being spent with builder boy. I managed to get him off to sleep eventually but it took lots of tummy rubs and fuss. The builder knows he's my human child anyway and as I told him last night, any man that asked me to choose between him or the dogs wouldn't stand a hope in hell. The last one made that mistake. He said to me "if you're gonna have the dogs sleep in your bed, then I'm gonna go home". "Goodbye then", I said. I never spoke to him again. Chancer. Dogs or random bloke? Dogs EVERY SINGLE TIME!

Filmed the last bit of "are you ready for love" today. I was playing the part of one of the main character's girlfriends. Originally it was in the script that I had to snog him and look as if I was going down on him but I sneakily managed to "suggest" otherwise, with the help of various people, until I just flirted outrageously with him and unzipped his flies without doing anything more. The guy playing my bloke was the comedian Ed Byrne or Burn? I really enjoyed it in the end, even though it was freezing cold. We were filming our raunchy scene on a boat on the Thames and I've been feeling sick ever since. Actually learnt quite a lot too. I love being around actors on film sets. They're so talented and you can pick up loads of tips and advice. Watch out Tri Star - I'm coming to get you.

Anyway, that's my weekend in brief, builder is here now so I wanna go and get a snog. Before I go though, just wanna say that I love SNEAK magazine. Out of all the hideous magazines out there (OK, NOW) and all the ones that are only sometimes nice, Sneak are consistently nice to me. There's a piece in there this week that, although not actually true (apparently I'm seeing Blair from X Factor) is just so nice towards me. They don't call me names, they don't slate me mentally or physically - they're just NICE. Why can't all the mags be like that?! Probably the reason for Sneak's niceness is that all their writers are good-looking, secure, happy in their own lives AND getting sex on a regular basis. It's the only explanation I can come up with for everyone else's bitterness and hatred. Take a leaf out of Sneak; Carole Malone, Gary Bushell, 3AM, Claudia Connell etc. Get some sex or something. Anyway, just wanted to say that cos I'm really quite chuffed that they are so sweet. Sad, I know, but stuff like that really makes my day.

Off for snogs now, will write again tomorrow, if my mum doesn't have me hung, drawn and quartered. Lots of love people, happy shagging xxxxx