JLS at M&M World

Sometimes I forget that men do seriously only think of one thing.They do.

I'm not a raving feminist or a man basher, in fact I think men are great I have stacks of awesome male friends, but it's true. And time and time again I'm reminded of this fact.

Whether it's men staring scarily at you on the tube, men perving at your ass as they politely (yeah sure) let you out the door first or just men sending you random, unnecessary flirty emails at work...that one confuses me? Why bother?

Anyway, men are born to cop an eyeful at every opportunity and flirt outrageously.

Peter Andre should 100% win an award or even an OBE for his contribution.

Pete can turn any conversation into sex and will give you more compliments in five minutes than there is time to utter said words.He's off the flirting Ricktar scale.

It's not personal, I've observed\ seen\ heard him do it to EVERY girl he’s around. He’s probably like it with his own mother. Which in turn doesn't really make any girl feel special and in that respect I have an smidgen of sympathy for Katie Price.

The second biggest candidates are JLS. Step forward Marvin and Aston.

I went to interview them for the opening of M&M world in Leicester Square - Boris Jonson was cutting the illusive ribbon but the lads were performing.

We only had five minutes to interview them and at least four of those minutes included them flirting outrageously. They can't help it. They're always on a full-on charm offensive. Well, at least that's one way to stop people writing bad things about you.



Chatting to the JLS backstage in their dressing room



The M&M lab where the chocolate is mixed

Check out the interview here where the lads embarrassingly admit Craig David drank them under the table..

Goss interview with JLS 

Peter Andre on the Tequila slammers

When Peter Andre's management contacted me to ask if we'd like to do an interview on surrounding his new single Perfect Night, it was unlikely I'd say no.

They suggested we interviewed him in the office...I suggested we all had a night on lash...recreating his (or as the case might be, my) perfect night.

See what we did there? Yep, not very creative.

Anyway, he agreed.

So Goss - me and Sonja - took Pete out for the night. Meal, drinks, more drinks, silly conversations, more drinks and a set of story board photos.

We all got dress up ready for our date.

Pete in a crisp black suit with waist coat, me and Sonja in matching red outfits (that was not deliberate but worked out quite well for the photos).

We had dinner at the Pestana hotel on the Chelsea Bridge.

Pete convinced me to try the Tricolore salad - he said it reminded him of home. Not sure why as he's from Greece and it's a Italian dish. Anyway, Tricolore salad, designed from the three stripe Italian Tricolore flag .

Avocado, mozzarella and tomato.

We then had a variety of fillet steak, sea bass and a vintage bottle of red wine.

Luckily for us Pete was paying.

We chatted about everything over dinner.

- his obsession with UFOs, how he's seen then, photographed then and even sent emails to fellow enthusiast Robbie Williams about his alien passion

- he talked a lot about sex...do women fake it, and why? Pete can turn anything normal into a sexual euphemism... even when we first arrived looking at the menu he asked: "Do you want the ham HOCK? Do you like HOCK? Do you need HOCK?"

- why he doesn't have sex with groupies anymore (he's been there got the t-shirt many times)

- why he thinks Cheryl Cole did the right thing getting back with Ashley

- how he and Katie Price no longer talk

- his perfect date would be camping on a beach in Australia, playing Extreme - More Than Words on the guitar around a campfire, getting drunk on red wine and waking up naked.

- he wishes he could move back to Oz, but would never ever leave his children here

- how his dad thinks marriage is really hard and something you have to continually work at

- he naturally has really curly hair but employs his brother to straight it daily

- he doesn't like to go clubbing anymore but is going out to Ibiza and to see his brother DJ in Sugar Hut in    Essex

After dinner we convinced Mr A to do a Tequila slammer. And then in a drunken moment he forked out for a bottle of Laurent Perrier Rose champagne for us. Pretty expensive in London bars.

Not sure about Pete but this turned out to be a rather Perfect Night for Goss.

Two Greedy Italians

I love it when you stumble across something good on telly. It’s quite rare these days.
I’ve slowly put my Hollyoaks obsession to bed, that died when Justin left.
To be honest it was time to put down the unnecessaryily pretty Cheshire actors and move away from E4 First Look at 7pm every night.
The reality TV shows don’t float my boat, I could really give two shits what Peter Andre, Kerry Katona or Katie Price do when they’re not in the tabloids for some kind of mutual bickering\ wardrobe malfunction\ new endorsed product flogging.

However, I somehow came across Two Greedy Italians on BBC2, and loved it instantly.
The basis is... two old Italian friends, they’re both internationally renowned fantastic chefs, but first and foremost they’re best friends.
Each have won awards for their fantastic cooking, unique recipes, restaurants, books, but they are so enthusiastic about life and the main ingredients of life. These being love, family and passion
Their programme is compelling viewing.




Famous chefs Antonio Carluccio and Gennaro Contaldo

The show is really therapeutic. It could easily double up as an hour long counseling session. They should play it on repeat in rehab.
Forget drugs all you need to do is follow these wise Italians and you’ll end up eating your way to a heavenly utopia filled with handmade tortellini, seafood linguine cooked on a boat in the Med, the best Italian wine all seasoned with love, friendship and dreams of the perfect, idyllic life.

The two chefs bicker as much as they laugh, and spend as much money on food as they do time talking about love.
Their favourite dish is tortellini, which can take up to six hours to prepare, each handmade squashed tiny tortellini shell..."Each made with a little bit of love”, they enthuse.

They believe happiness is sitting round a huge table with your family and friends eating out of massive bowl of shared, home-made pasta dishes.

Each week I take a little piece of their advice and a little nugget of their excitement for life.
I want to grow up like them and pass on their enthusiasm and happiness for life to my children.

God bless The Two Greedy Italians.
They make me happy to have a hangover in bed on a Sunday.
 
Well for a good 60 minutes anyway.

Each hand made Tortellini created with love

A list shoulder rubbing

Last week I was invited to the UK red carpet premiere of Morning Glory staring Rachel McAdams and ageing hunk Harrison Ford.

I've been a fan of Rachel ever since I adopted a lady crush on her in Wedding Crashers.

And Harrison, well it's Harrison bloody Ford, what's not to love?

I met Harrison for the first time and despite being a lot thinner than I expected, and greyer, he still oozed coolness.

The full-time poser leant seductively against the film's promo board with one foot bent against the wall a'la The Fonz. He's undoubtedly aware that, despite being 68, he's still got it.

I didn't get to meet Rachel, but as she stood at the front of the theatre welcoming everyone to the film I'm sure she looked at me and winked. The lady crush is obviously mutual.

(Disclaimer: Some of the above isn't true... mainly just the winking bit.)

Anyway, I bumped in Kerry Katona and Peter Andre at the premiere; the pair walked the red carpet, chatted to press, posed for pap shots and gave me a big hug. Who knows which they preferred more.

I also chewed the fat with Essex hyper-bomb Stacey Solomon. She wants to pull the rug under Konnie Huq's feet saying "I enjoyed presenting on the X Factor. It was wicked! I am in my element when I'm doing presenting, I wouldn't say no if they offered me to do the Xtra Factor."

Yep, I doubt Konnie would be tickled pink to hear that.

The film was good, by the way. Not brilliant, not rubbish, just good.

Go and see it if a.) You work in morning telly and need some inspiration or b.) You're bored and have a fiver to burn.

In other news I went over to Channel Five today (my boss Richard Desmond owns the channel) to sit in on Live From Studio 5. The crew over there are cool and the office makes ours look like a hostel. Not that I'm complaining ( I clearly am) but they had big sofas with kitsch cushions and wall paper. Thorton's toffee lying around, a drinks fridge full of nice looking beverages and posh black wine glasses. I felt like I was on a fully inclusive holiday in sunny Osterley.

The show went well, Boyzone's Shane Lynch was on (fiiiit) and that guy from Diversity (looks older than 22). Presenter Kate Walsh came over to say hi. She's really pretty, TV doesn't do her justice. She looked Hollywood glam with bouncy hair and flawless skin. But she's tiny, I mean, properly LA skinny. She'd eat a solitary mung bean and be full.

I was surprised. That is all.

Jordan and Alex Reid.... the end of something monstrous.

So the showbiz world is in a frenzy as Katie Price and Alex Reid are set to officially announce their separation this afternoon.
It's just flashed up as Breaking News on Sky News... gotta be true then, hey? (cough, cough)
All I know so far is it was Jordan's decision to end the marriage, Alex is said to be "distraught" and the statement will be brief (maybe in honour of their short-lived nuptials? 11 months if anyone cares.)

Anyway us, the Daily Star, the royal 'we', have been reporting for months that Jordan and Alex were going to split... so right now we’re feeling a little smug.
Albeit, a wee bit sad for Alex, as he generally seemed like an all round nice guy, pre-Jordan.
We said Alex should’ve sacked Jordan off (in a nice way, obviously, “it’s not you, it’s me” blah blah) when he won Celebrity Big Brother, bet he wishes he had now. Poor blighter.

Piers Morgan has already jumped on the bandwagon tweeting that he thinks Jordan could get together with Sir Alan Sugar after the big bazooka'd babe told him Alan was "very sexy, for an old geezer."
Other people think Alex will how take part in and win Celebrity Tool Academy, which is bound to be commissioned at some point.
By the way, if you haven't checked out Tool Academy on E4, you should.
Pure, comedy viewing. Oodles of men who clearly need to spend more time away from the mirror and out of their own arses.
Anyway.
It's unfortunate that Jordan’s marriage has failed, at the very same time Peter Andre finally, after a year of banging on about being lonely and wanting a bed buddy, finds love with sexy senorita/ part time WAG Elen Rivas.
Life's a bitch.

Another theory is... this was a cunning plot by the glamour gofer to ruin arch enemy/ nemesis/ more successful rival Posh Spice's limelight.
The Pricey (self named, still makes us a little queasy) loves trying to overshadow and out-do Victoria.
And it's safe to say Vicky B's baby announcement is now firmly old news.
She's a clever old boot that Price character.

Anyway, on a serious note, I think these type of doomed celebrity marriages are really sad.
Why do people get married after knowing each other 28 minutes? It's bound to end in heartbreak.
Oh, actually, Jordan doesn't seem to have much of a heart these days, does she?
Knowing her, she flogged it for a fiver.