A single girl in a showbiz world

Friday 17 October
Well the good news is Jesse Metcalfe's PR called me to apologise. The bad news for Jesse is that I still think he's a dick...
Work today was v hard. Scrabbling round to find a line on Guy Ritchie and Madonna's divorce. And there doesnt seem to be anything new that my editors are keen on.
Also, because I'd invited NME man to a film screening of the new Bond film and that meant I had to leave the office at 6pm. NOT EASY AT ALL.
Got so much hassle I almost missed the film. The train in front was delayed due to a passenger taken ill and so I had to sit on the train and stew.
Then I was worried I smelled, so I sprayed some perfume that I havent used before that made me sneeze. Instead of smelling, I had a runny nose. (Not v attractive)
We didnt get a chance to chat before the film because we were so late. Afterwards, I wanted to go for a drink (so I could crack onto him) but he was driving. I suggested food but he wasnt hungry.
Ended up with him having a cola and me having a vodka and diet cola in a bar near where his car was parked. Yawn!
So it wasnt the best night but we go to Southampton together on Monday. Hope i can get him drunk and seduce then. If not, reckon it's sadly time to give up.

Wednesday 15 October
MOBO awards and met two ex's - the showbiz world is too small.
But I had the best dress on and I know that Sugababes guy noticed me. Everyone noticed me because the dress was technicolour pink and yellow and very low cut.
I took great pleasure in ignoring Sugababes man three times. Once outside on the red carpet, once by the entrance when I was chatting to Alesha Dixon from Strictly Come Dancing and once backstage where he was shoving food down hisface and I was interviewing the Spice Girls' Mel B. She is far cooler than the stupid Sugababes.
The other ex was Leo from the streets. We have a lot of unfinished business - there was definitely chemistry. He's texting me about meeting up again soon.
I wanted to hang out with Leo more but I had to work. That included getting the BBC folks backstage (thank god I pulled it off). And then I got myself in the freebie gifting lounge. I picked up lacoste goodies, a watch, jewellery and loadsa make-up.
But then I got abuse from former Desperate Housewives gardener Jesse Metcalfe. Jesse is v cute but UP HIS OWN ARSE. I asked if I could have a photo with him and he said 'No, you are the enemy.' HOW RUDE!
I am very happy to make him my enemy now...

Tuesday 14 October
Dizzee Rascal put a smile on my face today at a screening of Ricky Gervais' movie Ghost Town.
I interviewed him and at the end of the interview, I asked if he had any questions. His qs was that he wanted my number. Naturally I gave it to him - wonder if he will call??
Work today was hard as I was limping round the office. Getting a salad at lunchtime from Mand S was a proper mission.
But I still went out to find Dizzee. I think if you put the effort in, something will turn good to reward you.
Most of my time today has been spent worrying. As I cant run any more I am worried I will put on weight as my appetite is as big as ever.
Swimming is awkward because I cant straighten my hair afterwards so have to walk round all day with frizzy hair and a swim kit. I cant do that tomorrow because I am at the MOBOS
Sugababes guy will be at the MOBOS but I dont care at all because he is a freak and if he tries to talk to me I wont even say no I will just ignore him and look pretty.

Sunday 12 October
Im writing this with frozen peas under my ankle but feeling smug. I ran 13.1 miles in under 2 hours even though I was injured.
Also happy because my parents came down to watch me, I picked up a lot of free stuff like bananas, mars bars, powerade, yoghurts and energy bars in the VIP area, and some nice mates texted to ask me how it went.
I have a lot of people looking out for me. A permanent man would be nice, but Im not going to die alone with all the good mates I have.
I'm just going to wait for the right man next, as I had further evidence that the last ex is crazy. He wrote to my dad, telling him I was 'addicted to cocaine'. Its so embarassing for me and worrying for my parents. Thank goodness my parents trust me.
Hope the ankle is better by tomorrow because Im due on TV to talk about Amy Winehouse. I dont want to look as mental as she is and I will do at the moment (my face is screwed up in pain)

Saturday 11 October
The pressure is getting to me. Lots of discussions with M's mates over photos of last night. Almost messed up but pulled it off at last minute.
Other stress was my ankle hurts.
Stressing about what to eat pre-race.
So had a mini panic attack in office. It was bad. I thought I couldnt breathe.
Anyway, got home at 8 (so early for a Saturday) and off to bed soon. Nervous but praying hard. This time tomorrow it will all be over.
Ive bought myself some chunky choc chip cookies to celebrate. No pre-race nutrition worries then!

Friday 10 October
Another lead on the man front tonight in the shape of a pirate. Ahoy me hearties!
Gus owns a record label and organises nights at the Paradise bar in Kensal Green. He is v good mates with my mate M and texted M to say Ronnie Wood and Ronnie Woods new girl were at his pub. M told me to go down and say I was a mate of his. Warned me not to say I was a journalist.
Some of M's other mates were there and it was all going amazingly. Pirate Gus invited me to dinner.
But then work happened- i needed a photo of Ronnie Wood so I got out my camera and wasnt discreet.
Then my publications photographer kept phoning me and that probably wasnt discreet either.
To cut a long story short, Gus realised I was a journalist and got weird.
But what is his problem? Doesnt his night want publicity?
Anyway, I got the story and left to make the 45 min taxi ride back to my house alone. IN bed at 130 to be up the next morning at 730.
Ankle hurts too.

Thursday 9 October
I'm a glutton for punishment - I just can't stay at home and rest. I feel guilty when I'm not out and about at showbiz parties every night.
After work, I went home and cooked myself a healthy meal. And then I got a text saying Paris Hilton would be filming her new reality show in London member's bar The Cuckoo Club.
I felt a bit guilty for passing out early last night so I left my house and went down to the cuckoo club What was I thinking? What would I get that was original?
I hoped I could chat with her to stand up a story I had that she had split from boyfriend Benji Madden but when she finally got to the club (about 1230am) she sat behind a VIP area. I chased after her when she went to the loo. She told me Benji was 'awesome'.(Not wanted to hear)
But I did have two leads on the man front
(1) My ex deputy's flatmate is v cute. He works at chinawhite nightclub and knows a lot of celebs (bonus). Plus he is tall and floppy haired ex public school. I like tall...
(2) I invited NME guy to an advance screening of the Bond Film and he said yes. He should do really - its the hottest ticket in town and I could have taken anyone. But I am sooo glad he said yes becoz its a chance to bond and hopefully snog before our trip away together on 20/21st October

Wednesday 8 October
Not much to report on ankle front. If anything it's worse than yesterday after last night's late trip out plus today's antics.
Went to 5 party venues last night (and still no fit, straight, UNATTACHED man in sight). There was a cute married guy but he had a baby and I draw the line against dads.
Evening started with a party at a beauty shop. Thought there wouldnt be any guys at that but hoped there would be some celebs. There wasn't. So stayed about half an hour, picked up a goody bag and left. I was more optimistic about the second event - the launch of Neil Morrissey's new beer. But Neil was actually quite boring, and just wanted to talk beer. The rest of the men in the room above the poncey quo vadis restauarant in London were like the restaurant itself - try-hards. All looked like they worked in the advertising industry. Holding a beer glass like it was a champagne glass (obviously dont drink beer much). And Alex James from Blur was the only other celeb there. V cute but married with two kids and not that interesting for stories.
Then went to rainforest cafe because a guy that used to fancy me (actor ewen who plays a character in The Office) was launching a new eco-webiste. No celebs but I expected that. I did good by showing my face but I felt so jealous by them all enjoying themself while I had to continue the evenings work.
Next stop Jalouse - the opening of a new club in Mayfair's Hanover Square. A few technical problems with their lights meant everyone was queuing in the street for half an hour. Not good in the cold - I had a red nose and blue skin by the time I got in. And then they tried to eject me saying I was a 3am girl. I"M SO NOT! Luckily I met Erin, the hot married with baby guy who does pr for the tequilla drinks sponsor. He saved me (my hero) but I wasnt feeling the club. They should be treating me like a princess so I write about it, not throwing me out.
So best mate F,. whod been keeping me company all night, and I left to go to kingly club. Paris Hilton was filming her new tv show there. By this stage of the evening I felt rubbish becoz of all the running around and nurofen. So F and I ordered two deserts to fuel us up. The only other food we'd had were two dodgy and tiny canapes at quo vadis and a mini cupcake and mini brownie at the beauty shop. But the desert didnt really help - I still felt rotten. And I had no motivation to stay becausue I was on the diet cokes with the nurofen. I had just one champagne all night, which is incredible given the amount I was offered.
So I got a cab home about midnight after not that much interaction with Paris. As soon as I got home I collapsed into bed and slept for 8 hours non stop (the most sleep I'd had in ages).
Hope the celeb count gets better later in the week. And hope i get time to rest ankle!

Tuesday 7 October
I can put my foot on the ground now - result. Cant walk normally yet but hoping that will happen by friday and then I can run by Sunday.
On Friday I have a session with the work's physiotherapist. He's quite hot, although he knows my ex boss Katie Nicholl v well and that always makes me nervous mixing work and hot men.
Generally felt a bit weird and emotional after all the Ibrupofen I have taken. (Body's not used to inbrupofen cos im normally healthy). It's also THAT time of the month, which is probably a cause for my emotional vulnerability today. And the weather - cloudy and rainy.
But I realised how my job gets me into good stuff today, when I had tickets to the premiere of High School Musical 3. There were thousands of people in Leicester Square desperate to see Zac Efron, the young heart-throb. I breezed straight in and had my photo taken with him.
He's a fair few inches shorter than my usual type, and a few years younger (only 20) but has the most BEAUTIFUL face ever.
But after the Zac high came a low, because I had just got home and eaten a meal I cooked (which I never do) and I had a text from my news editor telling me paris hilton was expected at a party with robert downey jr. I should have ignored it but I stupidly texted back saying I'd check it out. So Im heading out at midnight.
Really dont wanna go becoz I cant drink (ibruprofen) and I dont want to walk much more on my ankle. ARRRRGHHH

Monday 6 October
If anybody reads this blog apart from me, can you please channel positive thoughts to my left ankle? I've strained it through too much running. Now I dont even know if I can run the half marathon on Sunday, (6 days)
Doctor says I have tendonitis - not good.
Nothing has really happened in terms of men today. Or Ive been in too much pain to think about men.
One gay pr man admired my new coat and a TV channel I freelance for said viewers had emailed in saying I was fit. (How ironic given my mutated ankle)
Going swimming tomorrow morning to see if that helps. Think optimistically...

Saturday 4 October
Tricky hasn't stopped calling - v flattering. But I'm too scared to answer. What am I like? Moan about boys not calling, scared when boys do call.
Also getting stalked again by the ex that F had to get a restraining order against. Had 27 voicemail messages, 65 texts and then phone calls from his German friend. German friend is worried my ex is CRAZY. There's nothing to worry about there. He IS crazy.
I have just been ignoring the situation. Talking to him would make it worse. It took long enough the day i dumped him - he wouldnt leave my house for about two hours.
I am so much happier without him, but I would like some man instead. Preferably NME man...

Friday 3 October
Kelly Osbourne's press officer is not happy about our feud. But he is trying to accuse me of provoking her. He reckons I sat at her table. I just told everyone if she was sitting at the table too, there would be no room for me given her MASSIVE bum.
We are probably going to pursue the feud for a while. I'm not backing down and I have great support from everyone at my paper, which I'm really happy about. And I cant see her backing down either, because her press officer is ringing up other journalists and ringing up the club to try and accuse me of provoking her. It's getting so out of proportion.
That all means I was late to an awards dinner. I wanted to go partly for freelance reasons to get Ricky Gervais, but I also thought Ricky would be useful for my day job. Anything he commented on could be written up into a juicy story. He's having a feud with Simon Pegg, so I would have got him to comment on that.
But becasuue I was late I missed him. I decided to stay at the awards for a bit because the dinner menu looked nice. Dinner was after the awards, but they dragged on and on and in the end i just couldnt be bothered. I went home and cooked myself fish and sweet potato. By the time I ate it, it was 930pm but thats a lot better for me than eating a 3 course meal at that time and at least I didnt have to sit next to boring people at the awards dinner nor waste my life at the awards.
The awards was ITV3's Crime Thriller Awards. Maybe I would have stayed if it was ITV1 or if there were hot men in the room rather than old biddy crime writers like Val McDermid or PD James. Top writers but not top totty.

Thursday 2 October
I made an ally in a girl that works for another paper. H is my age, has had a similar career progression and until now I've hated her and thought she was way too promiscuous. After getting to know her on a night out over several glasses of champagne, I respect how she has used her body to her advantage and I empathise with her.
She was open about how she'd slept with some of my horrid editors (who are married) and revealed what that was like and why she did it because it was so hard to have a normal relationship in showbiz. Now I can empathise with THAT. We swapped horror stories about how we could never bring a boy we liked to a bar anywhere near where we worked without getting it in the ear for the rest of our lives.
And how we could never hold down a relationship because we had to go out every night.
And not just every night. I went to the Loaded Lafta awards during the day. Sat next to comedian Paul Kaye (Dennis Pennis), who was so funny and we swapped numbers. Ozzie comic Jim Jeffries was quite cute too although I didnt get his number. Dunno if I'll ever get round to it, but I'd like to see Paul again coz I think his Dennis Pennis character could be useful to me.
Our bonding session started so well. We went for champagne in a bar far away from where we work, (even her and me being spotted together would start gossip). Then went to harrods for a party where we met Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie, Boris Becker, Bernie Ecclestone and the musician Tricky.
Tricky took my number and kept calling me all night. (At least someone fancies me)
Then H and I went to a club in West London, where we knew Kelly Osbourne was DJing. I wanted to see what her reaction to me would be as I havent seen her since she slapped me round the face recently! Her reaction was to have me thrown out the club -so the feud continues.
After that we went to members club Bungalow 8. Nobody in there, but the door guy is well hot. Only thing is NOTE TO SELF - wear longer skirts because I think I flashed him when I had to walk up stairs in front of him.

Wednesday 1 October
It really wasn't a good day. There isn't much to feel positive about.
(1) I thought NME man had read what I wrote about him. He sent me a weird email, ending in 'how dare you'? No kiss at the end, so I thought he was really angry about something. Turns out he was commenting on a story I wrote about at the weekend, (phew). But it did shock me for a while becoz he is the only guy I really like at the moment and I thought I'd ruined it all by writing THIS.
(2) Sugababes guy said NO to me. He wouldn't even let me interview the band. But that upset me for all of two minutes becoz (a) I will take great pleasure in slating them forever on and hope Pink gets to number 1, (b) He saw I was looking hot and was jealous. Sugababes guy is such a loser and I don't know what I saw in him.
(3) I slipped up and had some wine. Someone went to the bar for me at a party and refused to get me a diet coke. Put some wine in my hands and I drank it coz it was there. I'm so weak
In terms of good things, I went to the gym this morning. And the freelance TV work seems to be going well.