Ooh Matron.

Hello. I think I owe you dudes a post. So this is it.

I sincerely hope that Adam's Plymouth disease has not infected us. (Oo-er).

Saw Hot Calum t'other day, he was filming me. And the rest of the cast of Chicago, but still, I WAS ON THE FRONT ROW SO BASICALLY HE WAS JUST FILMING ME DOING THE DANCE TO "ALL THAT JAZZ".

So don't spoil it.

Jazz shoes really aren't that attractive. Whoever designed them should have given some thought to the fact that one day Hot Calum would talk to me when I was wearing them. Fantastic. My chances of marriage may be ruined now, all because of utilitarian shoes.

Bye dudes, duds and Hot Calums.