Arrival of the goods – Day One: Juice cleanse is on...

Day One


Food for the next three days, eeeek.

My juice kit arrived at 9.30am. The delivery man gave me two bags, one full of juices, the other full of an intriguing selection of instructions, powders, pills and beauty bits.
I laid the first bag out on my kitchen table. 12 bottles of differently blended fruit/ veg juice, 3 bottles of Spicy Lemonade and 2 smaller bottles of Aloe Vera juice and Acai Berry juice.

I then emptied out the contents of the next bag. Five little plastic bags containing Colosan powder (uh oh), green superfood mix, beauty oil capsules, Epson sea bath salts and a purifying clay face mask.

instructions, powders and fun stuff

There was also a detoxing/ exfoliating glove, step-by-step instructions on what to do over the next three days and guideline tips. I was particularly pleased with the bath salts, beauty pills and face mask, as you can imagine. While left feeling a bit apprehensive about the rest.
Colosan powder?!? Hmmm. Interesting. 

The basic plans is really easy to understand and follow. All the juices are already squeezed and prepared so all you have to do it stick them in the fridge, until you are ready to drink them.

Here's the rough outline on the cleanse:


Morning:
Glass of warm warm with lemon
Dry brushing (using the bath glove) circular movement towards your heart
A flat tablespoon of Colosan powder mixed with some juice
2 capsules of Beauty Oil
A flat teaspoon of Green Superfood powered mixed with some juice
The first juice of the day has to contain carrots, apples, beetroot, ginger or red cabbage.

Morning Liver Bliss juice

I decided to start with the Morning Liver Bliss - carrot, apple, beetroot and ginger. I really didn't like the taste of it. I'd never normally order carrot juice in a cafe or any drink with beetroot in. But it filled me up, so all good.

Lunch:

A shot of Aloe Vera juice

A shot of Acai Berry juice

Second juice drink, can pick any flavour

Can also drink herbal tea, coconut water, still water or a broth

I had Sweet Digestion - carrot, pineapple, ginger and cinnamon.

Sweet Digestion juice

Doing the shots

Afternoon:

Third juice - again can pick any flavour

Need to vary what you drink in between juices, can also drink herbal teas

I chose Liver Booster - carrot, apple, blueberry and sweet potato.

This was my favourite juice so far.

I kind of convinced myself the sweet potato was like eating carbs really, it made me feel fuller. Mind

over matter and all that nonsense.

Liver Booster juice

Evening:
Fourth juice - has to be one containing celery
Stop drinking juices 2-3 hours before bed
Have a hot bath using the Epsom Sea Salt
Use the purifying facial clay mask (best to use out of the bath).
Can drink brazil/ almond/ cashew milk before bed


Bright Green juice

I chose Bright Green - apple, celery, spring green, lemon, ginger.
I liked the taste and it filled me up.
I felt a bit weary, so lay on the sofa for half an hour.  (My cat came to give some moral support, they always seem to know when you're in need of attention).


There was no chance I was going to skip the last part of the day, it seems like the best bit.
Half an hour soak in the bath, with the salts, watching Orange Is The New Black on my tablet and then a face pack.
Pretty good day all in all, considering I ate nothing.

Relaxing with the purifying clay mask

FEELING: Surprisingly not hungry. The juices are really filling and I’m not caving treats like chocolate or other sugar. But am craving bread.
MOOD: Really good. Everyone says the first day is the hardest and it’s gone really well, so that's given me a boost. Energised and optimistic.

Juice cleanse. Jumping on the bandwagon…

Loads of female celebrities maintain their superstar hot bods following a kick-ass juice cleanse. This includes Jennifer Aniston, Gwyneth Paltrow, Victoria Beckham, Cheryl Cole and supermodel Rosie Huntingdon Whiteley.


Rosie looking picture perfect at the event

I chatted to Rosie at the GQ Men Of The Year awards earlier this month and it’s fair to say, she was definitely the most glamorous girl in the room. It was impossible not to notice her glossy hair and perfectly, radiant skin. Pretty much every man at the event was ogling her banging body. After chatting to her about juice cleanses, it inspired me to give one a try.

For anyone not in the know, a juice cleanse is pretty gruelling. It’s basically a food fast, meaning no food or alcohol can be consumed for three days (some celebs do five days), just blended fruit and vegetables.

I spoke over Twitter to organic juice cleanse company Purifyne and decided to give their three day plan a try. Just so you know, I’m a complete novice when it comes to the words “cleanse” and “detox”. My premise of a healthy lifestyle rarely gets past an occasional salad or justifying a walk to the tube as daily exercise.

However, like most girls, I'd love to have a shiner look and fit back into my skinniest jeans. And if it's at all possible, learn to be less of a booze and cake hound.

So, I agreed to start a strict three day juice cleanse and blog about. Starting tomorrow. Eeeek.
I’m planning to document it with pictures and also my feelings/ mood through the cleanse. (Unless I’m hating it so much I can't get out of bed.)

So here goes...

FEELING: Worried I’m going to be really hungry, non-stop for three days. Also concerned about being tired through lack of food, I have a lot on work-wise and need to be able to concentrate.
MOOD: Excited about starting a new challenge.

Goodbye celebrity parties... hello real world

It’s amazing how quickly five years can fly past when you don’t have time to get bored. Which, I know is a peculiar thing to say.
But after working for five years as a professional party girl (my official title was Showbiz Editor but the former seems more fitting) I found myself longing to sit at home and let boredom find me.

I’ve been so lucky with my job and have travelled the world working – to LA for the Oscars, France for the Cannes Film Festival, Ibiza for music interviews and to various far-flung destinations on press trips.
However, after a trip to LA last year, I felt a prang of jealousy when I arrived home, worn out and jet lagged, to see my husband Jimmy sprawled over the sofa laughing at the telly. He told me he’d spend the entire week lying around on the couch, nailing our LoveFilm membership, ordering takeaways (apparently cooking for one is a thankless task, he’s the chef in our house), hanging out with friends and chilling with the cat.

I suddenly didn’t want to tell him about my week trying to track down film stars, chasing after celebrities and jumping into cabs to get an exclusive story. It just seemed so silly.

Working on a showbiz column is great fun. But it’s also full on, seven days a week. Even when you’re not at work, you’re definitely thinking about work, planning stories, finding stories, worrying about stories.
There’s no rest for the wicked and in the eyes of most celebrities, showbiz journalists are the wicked.
My job was to fill my column, six days a week, with celebrity news. I was constantly on the look out, or ear out, for scandalous, juicy but more often than not, funny stories.
I’m not going to exaggerate and stay I’d wake up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, worrying about what tomorrow expects.
But, it was constantly on my mind, even in the pub with friends, relaxing in the bath, shopping in Tesco, wherever.

The reality is, the showbiz scene has completely changed. It’s nowhere near as fun, raucous or edgy as it once was. The iPhone and Twitter generation put a stop to that. Everybody is a mobile phone paparazzi these days. Celebs don’t stand a chance with endless, random spectators all flashing away on their phones, video blogging, Tweeting etc.
I miss the old days where Sarah Harding would get legless and start mouthing off in a north London boozer, or where Lily Allen and James Corden would be at it all night.

I spent months umming and ahhing. Shall I leave the Goss column? Shall I stay? There were so many plus points for staying, but deep-down I knew I needed a change. Having a hangover every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and then all weekend was starting to get boring. It didn’t seem as much fun anymore.

So after a week at my parent’s holiday home in Devon, I woke up on the last day, sat on the balcony, listening to the waves in the morning sun and thought, “Right that’s it, I’m off.”
I decided in that moment to have one last summer of fun, to go to all the showbiz events I love, my favourite festivals and one final press trip.
I planned to leave the Daily Star on the last day in August. And I did.


After dinner shmoozing

First I was invited by the lovely PR’s at EE to the BAFTAS, which is inevitably always fun and glamorous. The film awards attract proper superstars, none of the TOWIE lot or fading pop star types you see at London parties these days.
After watching the ceremony, I sat down for dinner with the likes of George Clooney, Ben Affleck (so handsome in the flesh), Dame Helen Miran, Samuel L Jackson (beyond cool, he wore a velvet suit jacket, enough said), Anne Hathaway and Quentin Tarantino. It was a brilliant night. And EE put me up in a room at my favourite hotel in London - The Savoy.
God, I love that hotel. The cocktails and the breakfasts are well worth spending the extra dollar on.

A photo I had taken for an Oscars beauty feature

Next was a trip to LA to cover the OSCARS. I was so lucky and stayed in a suite at the plush Montage Hotel in Beverley Hills. I was staying in a room with Dame Shirley Bassey, who was performing at the ceremony. Even writing that now sounds so absurd, and why I was sharing a room with the Welsh superstar is another story all together. I’ll save that for a book, if I ever write one. Daniel Radcliffe was also staying at the same hotel, watching him push his eggs around his plate at breakfast seemed surreal.
I absolutely love Los Angeles, everything about the place is fascinating - the over-friendly shop assistants, brilliantly tacky breakfast joints, huge food portions, cheap but amazing sushi, their excitement for Christmas and Halloween, endless sunshine, walking up Runyon Canyon and seeing the Hollywood sign glistening in the morning sun, strolling along Venice Beach and of course their general admiration for everything dog related. I hope to visit again soon, in a non-work capacity.


Enjoying the Field of Avalon at Glasto

Next was my favourite music festival, Glastonbury. This year I got to take my fella too, which is always a bonus. We slept in a wooden Podpad. Getting a press ticket to Glasto was my No 1 perk as a columnist. I always thanked by lucky stars for that.
Anyway, as always it was a magical week. I’ve banged on loads over the past few months about how incredible the Rolling Stones were on (Twitter/ Facebook), so I’ll refrain from doing it again. But they absolutely nailed it. Mick Jagger and co put all other performers in the shade with their stamina and swagger.
The Arctic Monkeys were awesome too, despite Alex Turner’s new freaky American, Elvis-esque accent.


in the DJ box at Amnesia

I then flew to Ibiza, definitely one of my top three favourite places on the planet, to have dinner and
 interview Boy George. This, as you can imagine was very eventful. I was nervous before meeting him, thinking he’d be an acid-tongued, drama Queen. But he was so down-to-earth and genuinely hilarious. After dinner, I went to Amnesia with him for his DJ set.

I also managed to sneak in a travel feature while on the White Isle at new, luxury hotel Ushuaia Tower. This place really needs to be seen to be believed, it’s so lavish and decadent.
We (me and my best friend Sam) were given a poolside suite to stay in. It was like a footballer’s paradise. Our room had a hot tub on the balcony overlooking the pool and beach, a fully stocked cocktail bar, walk-in rain forest shower, a 50inch flat screen TV, a circular white, leather sofa and a bed big enough for a premiership orgy. Spectacular.
 

Ushauia Tower Hotel

 Aweek later me and Sam flew back from Ibiza on Friday night and headed straight to V festival. Our poor livers.
This was my 7th summer working at V Festival. The backstage VIP area is wall-to-wall journalists and media luvvies. I’m pretty sure the entire journo circuit in London de-camps to Essex for the weekend. So I was able to say goodbye to all my showbiz reporter pals, who I’ve spent years pickling my liver with and getting into boozy mischief.

And that was it, my final summer as a gossip girl.

Being a showbiz columnist felt like the best job in the world, I’m pretty sure at times it was. I interviewed my showbiz idols, went to all the best showbiz parties, premieres and award ceremonies, ate food cooked by the world’s top chefs, flirted with sexy male stars, received numerous goodie bags and drank endless champagne.

But at the end of the day you can’t be a half-hearted showbiz journalist, it just doesn’t work. I decided to do something about it before I became one of those people who moans about their life, despite having loads of privileges. And before my liver packed in once and for all.

So I chose to leave the column and work on making my vital organs healthy again.

Firstly, by starting a intense detox, in the shape of a juice diet.

It's been a while...

It dawned on me recently that I used to blog all the time. And, to be honest, I found it really therapeutic.
But for some reason I haven't written on my blog for nearly two years. This radio silence happened by complete accident.
I can't even lie and pretend the past 18 months have been a whirlwind.

Weeks after my last post in Nov 2011, I got engaged. Which, OK, was a pretty big deal. Not long after that I was asked by Wedding Ideas Magazine to start a weekly blog on their website documenting my plans, anxieties and the general build up to our wedding. Some of the articles are below, if you're interested.
Part one , Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five



wedding day


Me and my now husband Jimmy got married the following summer. I planned our wedding in six months and we got married in my parent's garden in July 2012. Well, in a church in my childhood village, but the reception/ dinner was held at my parent's house. I put my heart into organising our wedding, we didn't have a wedding planner, a restaurant manager, kitchen staff, waiters - all the usual people you have to help and advise you when you get married at venue. Instead we had to plan it all ourselves. We wanted a festival style wedding, so had giant tipi's, an open fire and a garden full of flower pots an gazebos.

Trying to organise a wedding on your own, in six months, while holding down a job as a tabloid newspaper showbiz editor was tough. When I wasn't at my desk writing my column, or out at night at a showbiz party searching for a story, I was beavering away on my laptop contacting flower suppliers, caterers, porta-loo services, looking at generators, choosing cake stands, trying to find a dress, organising the music and lighting, making table plans, creating invites, choosing favours. The list seemed endless at the time.

However, the wedding was a success. Everyone got drunk and danced all night. Both sets of parents had an amazing time, and I came away with a gorgeous husband.

Our wedding was covered in the real-life section of Wedding Ideas magazine and I've been writing health, beauty and celebrity features for the mag ever since.

Since then we were fluky enough to have two honeymoons. A week in Lake Como (a surprise wedding gift from my brother) and two weeks lazing around the Cook Islands before a week driving a camper van around New Zealand. All completely amazing, never to forget trips. 
 


Our private honeymoon beach in Aitutaki, Cook Islands

  

our campervan in New Zealand



Winter Wonderland

It is officially acceptable to be excited about Christmas when Winter Wonderland opens in Hyde Park. Yeah, it's not even December yet, but those are the rules.
Bavarian beers houses, bratwurst sausages, mulled wine and ice skating.
I always revert back to being a kid.
Remember those times when your only purpose in life was to have fun. And your only aim was to play outside with your friends. The ultimate days.

So me and my good pals Sam, Nikki and Ellie met up with Sonja and her friend Steph and had a right good pre- Christmas ding dong. Happy days. Mulled wine and hot cider galore.
We were all actually quite good at ice skating, despite not doing it for about 10 years and the DJ pumping out The Wombles new song.
Is that really going to be Christmas No 1? What a two finger salute to the X Factor.

You can't beat a big sausage from the German market stalls. Yeah man.

Twilight fever hits London... and me.

Ooh hello hangover.
It's been a while since I've had one as miserable as you.
You know you're in trouble when an Alka Seltza does jack all. Literally nothing.
Anyway, I couldn't think of anything more perfect than going to see a film at the cinema on a horrific hangover.
Not just any film, I may add.
The new Twilight film Breaking Dawn Part 1 at the huge London premiere.

Twilight premiere ticket

Despite not being a teenager, and not having a delusional fantasy that there are perfect men on planet earth, I still absolutely love Twilight.
I love every god damn minute, of every film.
I've read all the books, seen all the previous films a few times over and I am 100% Team Edward.
I know, I know. I'm even slightly embarrassed as I write this.
But for some reason, unbeknown to me, I buy into the Twilight obsession wholeheartedly and with passion.
I am completely absorbed with Robert Pattinson's character Edward Cullen.
I love what he stands for, his out-of-control gentlemanly ways and deep-routed belief in soul mates.
I am not fickle like my mates who flick between Team Edward and Team Jacob (his werewolf love rival) depending on how long Jacob keeps his top off and flexes his outrageously, impressive pecks.
Anyway, all that side, the premiere was amazing. A perfect snowy, winter wonderland.
The red carpet was changed to white carpet, covered with snow and mistletoe.
It was freezing.

Robert, Kristen and Taylor

The main stars Robert Patttinson, Kirsten Stewart and Taylor Lautner were all there.
Kristen looked amazing in a gothic long, black dress.
And R Patz really does look like Edward in the flesh. Brooding and moody. With his poignant stare and strong, angular face.
I'm not going to give too much away for anyone who hasn't seen the film yet, but the birth scenes are incredible.
The CGI during the pregnancy is disturbing and the wedding\ honeymoon scenes are enough to make any girl want to get married. Immediately, if not sooner.
Already, I can't wait for the final film.
It will be the end of my love affair with Edward Cullen, who unfairly gives women false hopes that one day they'll find their very own Edward.
Ladies, a man this sensitive, chivalrous and full of emotion does not exist.
I feel sorry for the young teenager girls watching who honestly think men like this are available. They're not.
And I feel sorry for men who get a bad rap now because they're emotional void and a million miles away from Edward's perfectness. Sigh.
Anyway, here's some pics from the premiere. One of my favourite nights in 2011.

Sonja and me getting excited before the show

Here's the story we wrote in the Daily Star the following day about R Patz.
He says he has to live like James Bond in true 007 spy style.
http://www.dailystar.co.uk/goss/view/221913/Twilight-fame-forces-star-to-live-like-oo7/



The white carpet and Christmas lights at Westfield in Stratford

Three parties, one night, one city.

Getting my nails done in the pop up salon

So last night was a bit of a crazy one work wise.

I had to squeeze in three parties, that were in opposite parts of town, all before 8pm.

First up Myleene Klass's pop up nail bar in Soho, straight from work at 6pm.

Myleene's the latest celeb to turn her name and hand to beauty.

Everyone does it these days, if you haven't launched a makeup range, a nail varnish or clothing line it seems you're no one in 2011.

First it was just models and fashion celebs now it's every Tom, Dick and Harry. From Fearne Cotton to some random TOWIE bird.
Anyway Myleene has launched a collection of wrap on nails. Basically patterned stickers that wrap around your nail and file off.
They're good fun, although possibly a little bit tacky. Sorry.
Anyway fair play to Myleene she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty and got to work sticking them on everyone.
And she had a sexy looking array of champagne and cupcakes.

One of the many handsome looking cake stands

Myleene getting busy with our manicures.

    

I then jumped into a cab and headed over to Altitude 360 at the top of the Millbank Tower ( floor level 28) for a Marilyn Monroe book exhibition.

The views across London and down The Thames were amazing. Especially all lit up under the stairs and in the moonlight.
London really is a beautiful city.
With a glass of wine in hand, I took a moment to stare out across the landscape and think about how lucky I felt to live in London and do a job I really enjoy.




I finished the night at The Spectacle Wearer Of The Year awards at Battersea Power Station.

After a few interviews on the red carpet (or in this case the green carpet) with Max from The Wanted (who won Spectacle Wearer Of The Year, yep, I never knew he wore glasses either) and The Only Way Is Essex girls Lauren Pope and Lauren Goodger, we sat down to have dinner and enjoy ourselves

Me, Max and Sonja

Gok Wan and Kara Tointon were hosting the awards.
The whole night got a bit messy. This happens every now and then at events when all our showbiz journo buddies are out.
Anyway to cut a long, and potentially career damaging, story short we got seriously re-hydrated on free wine.
There are rumours we may have commandeered the catwalk at one point, downed wine straight from the bottle, start a flower fight with the floral centre pieces and thrown some sexually inappropriate moves, not just on the dance floor.
However, rumours are over rated so lets just leave it there.

Sam, George, Sonja, Me and James

Russell Brand's dad thinks he's the new Jesus, no joke.

I've heard it all now.

I know most parents like to talk up their kids, each thinking their son or daughter is extra special.
Everyone has a busy-body, Hyacinth Bucket (Bouquet) type, who lives down the road.
You know, the type who blabs on: "My son's a doctor, don't you know. He got a 1st in his Masters and now saves the world, single handedly. I'm so proud, I could cry."

However Russell Brand's dad could win an award for child trumpet-blowing.

Russell's dad Ron Brand thinks his superstar son is the new Jesus. I kid you not.

He reckons his son and Jesus are “both true individuals, misunderstood by the world”.

how Ron sees his son Russell

Talking about his epiphany Ron said: “Russell is truly individual. He does not comply to rules of society. I am proud of him.

“Kids have always had to comply. There are few that can sustain it and say: ‘No. I am going to be who I am.’

“It’s difficult to be different and it goes back 2,000 years. It goes back to the times of Jesus, he was an individual. It takes immense strength to be able to sustain your belief.  I never ask Russell to build a safety net. You have one life. I always tell him to go for it. I tell him: ‘You either go to the top of the mountain or you die at the side.’"

Good point Ron.

Anyway, must pop off I'm having dinner with my parents, Mother Teresa and Gandhi.

Alan Carr loves bird watching....the geeky binocular kind

Every now and then we ask a celebrity to come into the Daily Star office to guest edit the GOSS column.
We sit back, hand the column over to them and let them chat about their lives and other celebrity stories of the day.
We did exactly this with Alan Carr. Who is one of the naturally funniest people I have ever met.
He had me and my Goss sidekick Sonja crying with laughter.
The hour we spent with him was an endless stream of banter, sarcastic remarks and filthy/ comedy stories. This man really has no boundaries.
And though he was slagging off other celebrities all over the shop, he really doesn't have a nasty bone in his body. It's all just part of the act.

me, Alan and Sonja writing the column

The last time I came away from an interview in pain, because I'd laughed so much my cheeks/ stomach muscles were sore, was about five years ago when I interviewed The Bear from Bo Selecta.
Still makes me laugh thinking about how ridiculous that moment of my career was.

Anyway, during our Goss edit we found out Alan Carr loves bird watching.
He explained: “I really like bird watching. I haven’t done it for ages, but I love it. I love the quietness of it.
"For my 16th birthday I got a pair of binoculars. It’s a bit creepy but I loved them.
“The thing is though – all the nature reserves in Northampton where I’m from, they’re all dogging sites so I can’t go down there with my binoculars any more. "



Alan also told us he'd love to star on Celebrity Come Dine With Me but thinks the guests are naff.
He said they'd have to up the ante and get some A listers on before he'd even consider it.
He revealed: “I would love to do Celebrity Come Dine With me, but the celebs would seriously have to go up a notch.
“I love the idea but I’m not being funny, I don’t want to do it with Howard from the Halifax and Fatima Whitbread.
“If it was Mariah Carey and Lady GaGa and we were all going round each other’s houses I would be in. But I’m not doing it with MC Hammer and Alison Hammond.
I can’t cook. But you don’t go for the cooking, you go to snoop around the house don’t you and get really drunk?”

Ahh poor old MC H and Alison.

Alan puts his feet up after all his hard work

An' all that jazz

I finally got around to seeing Chicago The Musical.
I've wanted to go and check it out for ages, but my fella wouldn't come with me and most of my girl mates have seen it at least twice.
However, my friend Sam hadn't, so we had a girlie night out at the theatre. We got really drunk until the wee hours at the after party.
It would've been rude not too, I had the next day off work. Result.

The lead Roxy Hart was played by Ugly Betty. I didn't know this until I arrived, probably should've done my research first. So yeah, America Ferrera, which was a surprise.
She definitely brought a comedy touch to the show, she's a great actress.
And although she's not as sleek and skinny as all her fish-net clad, naked co-stars she still looked glam and striking in her skimpy, lace outfits and killer red lipstick.
Go Ugly Betty!!
America starred opposite Darius Danesh. I really couldn't get my head around that. Darius. Darius Danesh.
You know, that slimy mug from Pop Idol. The one who did the unforgettable, hideous audition singing Britney Spears' "Hit Me Baby One More Time". Ugggh, it makes me cringe just thinking about it.

To remember the horror check this out....
Darius being a Britney Spears shaped cheese ball

So yeah, that's all I'm going to say about Darius. I really couldn't take him seriously.

I loved the show and have been singing all the songs, sporadically, ever since. "And all that jazz..."

America and moi

After the show we  headed off to the after party, I had a quick chat with America.
She said she loves living in London but is finding Chicago tough. She told me: "It's a hard slog, but really good fun. I wanted to bring some comedy elements into the show. It's so sexy, all the girls are gorgeous. Everyone still thinks of me as Ugly Betty, but that's OK. I have a huge place in my heart for Betty, she's one of a kind."
Her clothes definitely were.

The highlight of the after party was Dorian from Birds Of A Feather (Lesley Joseph) making an almighty tit of herself.
She walked straight into a huge, fancy silver tray of wine glasses and smashed the entire thing on the floor. There was glass and red wine everywhere. People were trying desperately to not laugh as Dorian almost fell ass over tit with it.
Sorry, that's probably not very nice, but it was a hilarious sight to behold.

Dorian obviously found it quite funny as well.

Royally sucked in by Ashley Cole

I can't believe it.

I feel disappointment with myself for even admitting this... but... Ashley Cole isn't as much of a nob as every girl thinks.

I know, I can't believe I've said it either. And yep, I do feel slack on poor, old Chezza. Sisterhood and all that jazz.

I've always waved the 'Cheryl Cole is amazing' flag and I do think Ashley is a twat for cheating on her, repetitively.

However, after meeting him for the first time. I feel a bit different. I can't lie.

My affections for him are wavering from hatred to, dare I say it, sympathy.

When I bumped into him at a London party he was really sweet, genuinely quite funny and very polite.

I asked for a photo, he knew I was a journalist, but happily obliged.

And when his dumb ass PA cut both of our heads off he happily posed for another. And laughed at her incompetence.

He was also a lot, I mean dramatically, smaller than I imagined. So skinny and frail.

And this alone made me feel a bit sorry for him.

After all, who wants to be the nation's most hated person.

Especially when your ex wife is hailed 'the nation's sweetheart'.

So there, I've admitted it.... I feel sorry for Ashley 'I can't keep it in my pants' Cole.


The incriminating picture of moi and Mr C



He's always made out to be this killer love-rat. 

But in reality he's just a skinny runt who likes football and doesn't have a nice girl at home as he stupidly screwed it up. 

Time and time again.

He didn't look like a big time player.
I can't imagine him man-handling women, knocking their back doors in etc etc.

He looked like a bit of a wuzz.
The type of guy who embarrassingly covers himself up as he shuffles to the toilet after sex, or drops the dreaded question "How was that for you?" Urgh.

He was no bruiser like Rooney, smooth talker like Giggs or horny stallion like Crouch.

If anything he looked like their skinny, placid, camp brother.

So, if Ashley Cole is a devious, self-obsessed ladies man, then I am totally sucked in.

And therefore nearly as bad as those tarts who are infatuated with doing kiss and tells on him.

Amen sister.

Cosmopolitan Ultimate Woman Of The Year Awards

Firstly, I really, really, really should've had a word with myself when I thought, "I love the English rose look, tonight I'm going to sack off getting a spray tan."
I am actually as white, if not whiter than Irish lovely and X Factor ghost Janet Devlin. Yep, there's photo evidence to prove it.
I'm blaming The Only Way Is Essex.
The first series wasn't so offensive but this series the girls are wearing far too much slap/ fake tan/ false eyelashes.... they actually look like a bunch of trannies on their way to a holiday camp.
My boyfriend commented: "Girls who wear that much make-up definitely have something to hide."
So, with that in statement in mind, I went aux natural to the Cosmo awards and scared most of the guests with my ghost-like legs. I apologise in advance.

X Factor girls Janet Devlin, a very white me
and Misha B

Right first things first....
Kelly Rowland and Tulisa completely ignored each other at the awards bash.

I arrived late, very late, as did both Kelly and Tulisa..
I had to get a tube, not sure what their excuses were.

Anyway, as we all rushed in rudely late together I witnessed, with my very own eyes, their cut-the-atmosphere-with-a-knife awkward “hello” moment.

They refused to have photos together, despite standing 1/2 a foot apart.
Which was really uncomfortable, seeing as they both happily posed for individual photos with me.
We quickly all got rushed into the dinning room, late, where they both went out of their way to ignore each other all night.

What would S-Cowell say?




Tulisa and me


Meanwhile on the subject of X Factor silliness last week's stand in judge Alexandra Burke.com told me she wasn’t given the choice.com about standing in as a judge.com. Her management made her.com.
She revealed: “They called me two hours before rehearsals and I was on the way to the dentist. I didn’t have much choice. My management didn’t ask, but told me. I’d do it again and join full-time if asked. Simon picked me."
Great.com

The awards bash was a right laugh. Kylie Minogue turned up, with an awesome new brunette barnet, and handed out an award to Debbie Harry. That was a definite high-light.
As was the infamous goodie bag. Best one I've had all year.
It was so heavy, I could barely carry it up the hill home.
No, that's not an exageration. Seriously, I had marks on my arm from the bag's rope handles.
Stuffed with all my favourite beauty products from Elemis, Benefit, Guinot and perfume, books, makeup etc...
Well chuffed.

Kelly Rowland interview

me and Kelly Rowland

KELLY Rowland might not like all of us British girls. Yep, Tulisa, I'm talking about you.
But she can’t get enough of our men.
Her hit list of wannabe shags is more impressive than the gravity surrounding Jordan's tits.

Kelly, who won Ultimate TV Personality at the Cosmo's bash, would love to rip the pants off co-judge Gary Barlow.

She told me: “I fancy Gary. If he wasn’t married I’d be in there abso-frickin-lutely.

“You fall in love with him as a human being. He has so much to give to the world in music and love.

“It’s hard to pick one British guy, I’m loving them all. Olly Murs has cutest butt I’ve ever seen.

"It distracts me so much. But he needs to loosen up his trousers and let his boys breathe!

"Me and Dermot go clubbing. We got back in the wee hours of the morning last time. I won’t tell you what dance we were ­doing.

“I also fancy Marcus Collins, and ­Simon Cowell is obviously very handsome – but we’d bicker if we were on the same panel though.”

So Gary Barlow, Olly Murs, Dermot O'Leary, Marcus Collins, Simon Cowell.

That's a sturdy gang bang right there. Go randy Rowland.

Aside from the men she wants to do the horizontal tango with Kelly also revealed Beyonce would love to reform Destiny's Child so they could sing on this year’s X Factor final.

Kelly said: “My sister Beyoncé would love to, but she’s pregnant so I wouldn’t let her.
“I’m in no way broody.

“Five of my friends are pregnant, so I’m going to just be happy taking their babies and giving them back."

Amanda Holden - the nicest woman in showbiz

Me and a very pregnant and gorgeous Amanda
clutching her award for Ultimate Theatre star

Amanda Holden really is one of the nicest people in showbiz.

I have no idea how this is possible seeing as she's spent the last two years having to work with the likes Piers Morgan (he makes my skin crawl), David Hasslehoff (crazier than a box of frogs on glue) and Simon Cowell (the man who must've trained Mark Wright in the art of being an arrogant cock).

However, our Mandy, sorry I have never called her that, is genuinely lovely. She spent over an hour chatting to all us press vultures... and surprisingly, she seemed to really enjoying having a good old chin wag.

Amanda revealed she wants Cheryl Cole to join her on the Britain’s Got Talent judging panel next year.

Oooh, we'd all love that.

She said: “I’d definitely like Cheryl on, I’ve always been a fan of hers. But I admit I like being the only girl, so I can always win the style wars!”

Since Michael McIntyre quit and David Hasselhoff got booted off for being mental, Amanda reckons Jonathan Ross could also join her – even though they publicly fell out a few years ago.

She said: “Simon Cowell likes it when judges don’t get on, so we should have Jonathan Ross, as I’d row with him loads. If I told Simon I hated someone and couldn’t work with them he’d say: ‘Fab, we’ll keep them then’.”

She might not of won award on the night but best dress has to go to Amelle from The Sugababes.

Truly amazing, she couldn't sit down in it because of all the netting.

She also told me never, ever, will anyone catch her on a reality TV show like BB, Strictly or I'm A Celeb.

Hmmm... if I was a betting woman.

Amelle in her amazing Black Swan style dress

Cheryl really is a good'un, isn't she?

Cheryl Cole has been to visit her troubled Girls Aloud bandmate Sarah Harding in rehab.
Sadly Sarah checked into a treatment centre three weeks ago for depression and alcohol addiction after her split from fiance Tom Crane.
She's now holed up in a rehab clinic in Arizona, 500 miles from Cheryl’s Los Angeles base.

To prove how serious she is to help her, our Chezza has offered to lend Sarah her swanky LA pad as a retreat.

A Hollywood source told me: “Cheryl is really concerned for Sarah. She made time in her busy schedule to travel over to Arizona and visit her in the rehab centre.

"Cheryl feels really passionate about alcohol and drug abuse after all she's spent years of worrying about her drug addict brother Andrew.

“Cheryl is now pulling out all the stops to help Sarah.

“She has told Sarah that she is more than welcome to use her LA home as an escape pad when she finally comes out of rehab.

“A bolt-hole where Sarah can chill out and escape the London limelight and maybe try to save her relationship with Tom.”

Unfortunately today it's been reported that Sarah has to extend her stay in rehab and will probably not be out before Christmas.

Halloween party time.

I managed to completely forget about my cold for one night to host a Halloween/ post-birthday bash.
Any excuse to dress up and decorate my flat.

Me and Jimmy got very excited about our pumpkin carving.
I can't take any glory for Jim's haunted tree... which took centre place on our fireplace.
We did three each. I can however, take credit for No 1, 2 and 5 (left to right).

We invited a stack of our mates around for a home-cooked Chilli, ghoulish cakes and hours of boozing and singing.
We ended up moshing around the kitchen to scary Halloween songs (like the Monster Mash) and smashing glasses repetitively with our over enthusiastic, drunken dancing.

I decided to get dressed up as Wednesday Adams from The Adams Family. But as a living dead version with blood trickling out my eyes, nose and mouth. And one zombiefied white eye.
I did plan to wear two white eyes but they were so freaking uncomfortable and I couldn't really see jack all.
My boyfriend Jimmy came as The Voodoo Man, who has a white face mask, black long hair and a top hat. Although he decided to take off his head gear for the below photo.
He managed to wear both of his red-out eyes, he's more hardcore than me. Obviously.

Wednesday Adams and Voodoo Man

  

I got VERY excited about this life-like evil, black witches cat
 with red eyes and a proper steam bubbling cauldron.



Jimmy as Voodoo Man

  

me and my friend Tammy drunk and disorderly

Me and my mate Alexandra hugging a ghoul which me and
Jim had sneakily positioned in the garden.