A single girl in a showbiz world

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.