Tis the time that we find ourselves not quite sure what to do with our abled bodies, is it a holiday? Should I be working? Are the shops open? Who knows its crimbo limbo madness! This end its a chance to relax and have some well earned lie-ins after getting picked up at 4.50 AM for 11 days straight at the extremely hilarious if exhausting Gatwick Factor.
Acting as a kareoke pimp getting holiday makers to murder a tune or two and stepping into the life sized snow globe to sing for my dinner when the floor was empty of potential warbellers, not only ensured the small slice of dignity I once clung to was shredded the minute I dared to mimic Cindy Lauper, but also let me see the airport in a whole new not-going-on-holiday-light. Climbing out of bed into sub-zero temperatures to arrive with a fresh face of slap in time for a 6am pat-down became de rigueur, sexy and chique while our mandatory chapperones who had to accompany us everywhere from loo to fag break became like second mums.
But I suppose the real news was about Olly and Stacey of X factor fame stopping by to belt out some tunes, Stacey was actually better looking and funnier than I dared dream from my Sunday night sofa spot of yesteryear and whilst I know he's only a cheeky-chap Essex fella from reality TV Olly got me all hot and bothered! I backing danced for him while he sung Superstitious where I apparently ended up on the evening news, but am still waiting on the photographer to send me the pics so you're just gonna have to take my word for it (unless you saw me on your tellybox? Let me know!).
Whatever you're doing to celebrate the end of the decade this evening have a bloody marvellous one. I'm off to home dye my barnet ready for some kareoke/ warehouse party action, could be potentially stupid or genius move so wish me luck! Happy new year.
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