Last night, after finishing up a load of work at home, me, my mum, dad, Sarah and Dave (who by the way are now seeing each other - more about that in a bit!) all went to my new house as I now have the keys!!!! We spent an hour in there just wandering about and took a torch into the garden to have a look as well. The house is stunning and ready to move into right now if I want. We were going to sleep there last night but didn't in the end cos it would have meant carting a mattress and duvet down there, and we couldn't be bothered. We chatted about what furniture I'm going to buy though and what shelving and rails I need putting up in my dressing room. What with that, and my party, and Christmas coming up, my brain is on excitment-overload and going into melt down. I feel really drained from it all but ecstatically happy too. I might be going away for the whole of January (to America, as I've mentioned before) so I've now got to decide, do I move in really quick and go buy all the furniture this weekend? Or do I wait til after January, in case I do go to America, and slowly move in after that, taking the time to choose everything carefully and plan it all out? Decisions, decisions. Whatever happens, it's all good, I'm floating on clouds of joy, Kyle is going on Dick and Dom on Saturday morning, singing songs as an Austalian Surfer and Sarah and Dave have finally got it together!!!! Woooohooooo!
Don't know the full details about Kyle's acting job cos I just hung up on him to finish this blog before I head off to work but will tell you more when I find out. As for Sarah and Dave, remember when all the press were saying that Dave and I were a couple and I said they were wrong and that actually he fancied one of my mates?! Well, that mate was Sarah. Anyone that follows this site and the pics regularly probably would have guessed this anyway from recent pics. He's liked her for a while and she likes him too but Sarah likes to take things very slowly, so she does (wish I could be more like her). Finally, they snogged last Saturday night, with me and Steve peering round the corner (doesn't that spelling of "peering" look totally wrong? I looked it up in the dictionary though so it is right!) like naughty kids watching adults in a steamy clinch. We danced around afterwards and cheered them when they finished. I've wanted them to get together for ages cos I love both of them and think they make a great couple! CONGRATULATIONS SARAH and DAVE!!!!!! Am very happy that you finally sorted it out and I think you look gorgeous together!
After we had exausted of talking about furniture in every room of the new house (and found the spot to put my pole up), we came back to Marsh Manors to meet Dimples and we sat to watch a film in my freezing cold flat (the heating has broken). The four of us snuggled up under a huge fluffy blanket to keep warm. Paddy wore his army jacket cos he was cold too and laid across all of us for the entire duration of the film. We nealy died laughing watching I'm a Celebrity, as when they showed a shot of Carol Thatcher picking her nose, Dave (who looked half asleep) jumped up from his chair and shouted "She's picking her nose, the dirty cow! MY LIFE!" I suppose you had to be there but it was soooo funny the way he said "my life". It gave me and Sar a fit of the giggles and we didn't stop all night.
On that note, I just gotta ask: has someone at Granada got some sort of grudge against me or do I just go out with too many men?! Has anyone noticed that EVERY show they do lately features one of my ex's? Fran the freak Cosgrave, Callum Best, Antony Costa. Every time I turn the telly on, I see one of their mugs plastered across the screen. It's hideous. When you split up with someone, you just wanna move on and forget about them (especially if it's been one of those splits where they make you feel physically sick afterwards). I can't bloody get away from them! I actually think there's more to the fact that Fran did I'm a Celeb (he's not even a celeb, he just shagged one!) and Love Island within a couple of months. I won't go into it but I have my thoughts on it (he must be very friendly with someone who casts the shows I reckon - very very friendly, say no more). It's very strange that a no-mark like him can bag two massive shows like that, one after the other, especially when the only thing people knew about him was that he went out with me (and a lot of people didn't even know that!). I'd like to propose that they therefore re-name I'm a Celebrity to "I've shagged a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here". Ha ha. Good job I turned Love Island down anyway, otherwise I'd have been stuck out there with two of my ex's. Filth. Who wants that for a few weeks? Nobody. Unless your ex is Valentino Rossi and you still shag him occasionally
I'm intrigued now to see who's gonna be on the next 'I'm a Celeb'. I can just imagine Ant and Dec announcing "to vote for Lewis the builder, call...."
Please Granada, no more ex's! I promise to stop going out with so many people. I just can't take it anymore!!!!!!!!
Tonight I'm off to do a live webchat for Virgin and am being picked up in 20 minutes so I'd better make tracks and get my arse in gear. I'm not dressed, still have last night's make up on and need to get a bag full of autograph cards ready. Have a great Thursday night folks and if you really gotta watch the very boring (anyone noticed the only good thing about I'm a Celeb is Ant and Dec?), then at least vote for Mr Ball cos he's funny and sweet.
Lots of love and sexy gropes in nightclub toilets,
Jodie "fried-brain" Marsh, but very very very excited and happy and now proud home-owner, party organiser extraordinaire and glitter freak
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