In my rush to get to the Job Centre and sign on yesterday (seriously, what has HAPPENED to me?), I forgot to mention what a fab weekend I had.

Friday night, I was at the pub with Gillian. We sat and laughed for a good few hours basically, to the point where I thought my scar was going to pop open. She managed to pour half a bottle of wine over me. Which was nice of her. But then a drunk man fell on top of her, so I guess that softened the blow a little.

Then on Saturday night, we went to see 3 Doors Down at the ABC. They were amaaaazing. I hadn't been to a concert since... Erm... Since McFly in October. It was good fun. Especially seeing as the woman, Curly we named her, in front of us looked like she was having an epileptic fit, when she was in fact just dancing. Her boyfriend, Skinny as I called him, looked like he was going to end up with a black eye. He refused to take his arms away from round Curly's waist you see. So he's standing holding on for dear life while Curly thrashed about in her tiny top - and she was not a small woman. I feared for the life of others, I really did. She should've come with a public health warning, that one.

And to make things even better, the postman has just delivered my new "James Bourne is God" badge. How good is that?

I can wear that on my brown jumper, which already houses a Son of Dork badge, a "Dougie Poynter is God" badge, a "Team Aniston" one and my Blue Peter Competition winner badge.

I can't believe people are flogging BP badges on the Internet. Especially the competition winner ones, which are pretty crap if we're honest. I'd love a presenter's one, to be fair. They were always so much cooler.

Anyway. It's half past 12 and I'm still in my jammies, so I'll go get changed.

Brill!

Posted: Tuesday 04 April 2006 12:28:03