I've got germs. Boo.
I've got germs.
I pride myself on my vitimin C taking ability, yet this morning, I have woken up with sore eyes and a runny nose.
Boo.
I shall maintain vitimin C taking and when the shops are open, I'll go buy that lemsip powder that tastes like sherbet.

The thing is, I was actually expecting a sore throat.
The Vix has been practically evangelical about her new 'puter game, Singstar. The Martin - who, I can't continue talking about without mentioning how completely fab the guy looks in eyeliner, he's total rock boy chic - offered to have a Singstar party at his house and cook us Chilli with dips.
I said I'd bring Haribo and cheesecake.
So to recap: Vix, Martin and I, Singstar and yummy food.
That, my friends, is the ingredients for fabulousness. Fact.

Never have I laughed so much and so hard and I now have this new found empathy for those dudes on the X factor, 'coz singing is hard.
If you've never heard or played the Singstar you are you are seriously missing out because I'm even contemplating getting me a nintendo just so I can play it. According to Vix, there are a whole series of Singstar, last night we had Singstar Party, Singstar Pop and Singstar Rock - personal fave. You then pick a song, of which there are many and you can then sing a solo, a duet or you can battle with your friends, we did a lot of battling, and the words come up like in Karaoke but you get judged on holding notes, pausing in the right place and getting the words right. At the end you score points and in a SImon Cowell fashion are told whether you're a wannabee, a rising star, and ametuer or whether you are in fact a Singstar Suerstar.
This is officially the best game you'll ever play.
You think it's going to be so easy, but even McFly's 'Obviously' which I'm not ashamed to admit I know all the words to, is so much harder when you're trying to score points.
You get proper microphones too, and for anyone that's never held a microphone, you really embrace the whole popstar thing when you're holding it and at points, I completely forgot I was in Martin's front room.
It's that good.

Martin won the award for actually looking like a popstar working his whole Killers/Johnny Cash fusion, Vix won for actually sounding like a popstar and I got props for effort and enthusiasm - I even closed my eyes and did a crazy hand movement to The Scorpian's Wind of Change.

It wasn't about the competition, which was good what with me not being good and all, and lucky it seems as Martin and I were totally unaware that Vix is a musical showgirl. She can properly sing, hold notes and everything. At first we thought it was because she had had more chance to practice, but actually, she's really, really good, like a real-life singer.
My personal highlight was when I scored 'Rising Star' whilst singing Ronan and Yusef's 'Father and Son'. I put it down to my attention to detail when pronouncing my words with an Irish twang and growling like he does, in all the right places.
I rule at Ronan.

We sang so much that we even forgot to eat our dessert.
I know, crazy.

This was very different to my Thursday evening where I was hanging in the boudoir of a near naked hottie who wasn't actually my boyfriend.

Don't fret, I was merely playing both Trinny and Susannah to the sweet-as-sugar Mr Swanksville during 'Operation wash-that-man-right-outta-my-hair. My name for it, not his.
Again, I had a yummy tea cooked for me, drank more of the pink bubbles that are constantly on ice at a place as swanky as his, and laid on some ridicculously expensive bed linen as I became the Simon Cowell of outfit choosing. His wardrobe is a myriad of super-swanky labels - natch, but while they may have an expensive price tag, there were some, and admittedly they were few and far between, that needed to be kicked to the kerb in a fashion not dissimilar to an ex of Britney's. It was so much fun, I took my role very seriously and as we chose a series of combinations, it was like having a real-life Fashion Wheel, like I did when I was a kid.

Life is all about the dream fulfilment and when you have friends like mine, it happens on a daily basis. How lucky am I?
Talkin' of dream fulfilment, Atoosa, editor of Seventeen magazine in the US has just resigned, like that wouldn't be the best job in the whole world? Editor of a hugely succesful teen magazine in the best city of all of the world - I'm just off to fill in my application now!