April 20th

I've just got back from shooting the Sun Page 3 calendar for 2009 in Lanzarote. It went really well and everyone's pictures look great. I reckon it's gonna be the best calendar on the market, apart from mine of course :) . It has a goddess theme so it will be different from the usual glamour or Page 3 shoots, but I'm not allowed to say anymore. Thankfully I remembered my Fenistil (cold sore cream) because I got one twice while I was away. I jinxed myself when I wrote about cold sores and how the sun can cause them in my last blog entry, because normally it's just stress that causes mine and this time, allthough the Lanzarote vino and sunshine kept my stress levels down, I managed to get two!

I'm going to have to remember to get some sunblock for my lips next time. It wasn't too much of a problem though, my Fenistil sorted them out. I'm going to have to start cleaning my make-up after I've had a cold sore as well, because I never do and that’s probably why I get them so easily. They say you should throw make-up, like lipsticks, away after a cold sore but with my expensive taste in make-up and obsession with Mac cosmetics I'd be pretty skint. In their stores they dip their lipsticks in a liquid to sterilise them before you use them and prevent passing around cold sores. I'll have to find out what they use and let you all know.

I've decided to move back to the land of Mancs (Manchester). My contract at the flat I was renting in London was up, and to be honest I was missing home. I've just bought a MacBook Air to keep me occupied on all the trains I'll be getting. It’s the really thin laptop and I luuuurve it. The only problem is that it hasn't got a CD drive but you can buy one that you attach for £60 so it’s not that bad. Me and my mum are going to be sharing a flat and we’re just getting all the furniture etc at the moment. It’s a bit of a nightmare. In fact, if I won the Lottery it would be great because I've got really expensive tastes. I’m driving my mum mad!

I've completely fallen off the health wagon too! I tend to eat a load of naughty (but tasty) food when I’m abroad. Since I've been back I've been staying at friends’ houses, until the flat’s ready, so I've been eating out all the time. As soon as the flat’s done I'll get back on track, honest. In fact, I'm gonna get ultra healthy and do a bit of detoxing. I’ll let you have all the details the next time I write.

21st March

I’m in a bad mood today, and this time it’s not as a result of PMS. I’ve woken up with a full-on coldsore! To make matters worse I’m going to a concert tomorrow. When I previously said I had good skin I forgot to mention the dreaded coleslaw, I mean coldsores. They decide to pop up whenever I’m run down or stressed. Well that’s not entirely true because with my stress levels I’d have one every day but when I’m SUPER stressed they tend to pop up.
I never used to get them until my first one about two years ago and now I’m stuck with the bas**rds lying dormant in my lip waiting for a chance to explode on my face. They’re embarrassing as well and make you feel like other people look at you and think you’re dirty. I started using Zovirax cream but that was pretty rubbish. Then I tried Compeed patch, which was the most ridiculous invention ever. The advert suggested you put this little clear patch over the infected area and it would magically make it invisible while healing it. Bulls**t!! I tried wearing one on my first Nuts magazine shoot and I looked like I’d been wrapping presents and got a piece of cellotape stuck to my lip! It’s shiny and peels up at the edges, drawing even more attention to your coldsore. I really couldn’t see the point of the patches at all, they’re much more noticeable than the cream. Saying that, I used to wear my cream pretty noticeably! I walked in the doctor’s about a year ago and having a coldsore I decided to put as much cream on it as possible thinking the more the better. The doctor quite blatantly laughed at me and told me I looked like I’ve got chewing gum stuck to my lip. He then informed me that you only need a very thin layer, leaving me feeling pretty stupid as I wiped off my heap of Zovirax. Anyway I’ve found this new cream called Fenistil, it’s brill! As soon as I feel a tingle (the sign that a coldsore’s on its way) I put that on and it stops it straight away. It’s got the same active ingredient as Zovirax only more of it. It’s a bit more expensive than Zovirax but well worth it. I carry one everywhere with me. The problem is that this time I didn’t get the tingle to warn me, instead it just appeared and there’s no chance it will go down in time for the concert tomorrow. I better hope that balaclavas come into fashion overnight! Nicole Scherzinger wears one in her new video with Timbaland, she must be a sufferer too, ha ha.

1st March

I’ve decided I really don’t like living in London! It’s great to come for a weekend or something, but not to live. People are so unfriendly. I was on the train this morning and these two Irish blokes got on, one with a banjo kind of thing and the other with a violin. The guy with the banjo was hilarious. He said, ‘You can smile or dance if you like the music, or look away like you can’t see us if you don’t,’ which was what everyone was doing. He said, ‘Feel free to grab a partner and get up and dance, but make sure you go anti-clockwise to prevent unnecessary congestion.’ Bear in mind we were on the tube.
They were both not only funny and made me laugh but also really talented musicians and sounded great. They were playing that really fast Irish music, which I have to say I really like. Like the music they play when Rose goes downstairs with Jack in ‘Titanic’, what a great film ☺ I even switched of my iPod to listen and was going for it tapping my foot. I’m laughing writing this as I’m remembering this strange situation. Anyway the reason it made me hate London was because me and this little girl, who was with her mum, were the only people acknowledging them. Everyone was so boring and rude. The banjo man was being so funny but when I looked around everyones’ faces were like stone. I felt like standing up and saying, ‘I’d like to see one of you play the violin like that, you boring bunch!’ At the end the funny guy said, ‘You’ve been a brilliant crowd thank you, and I exaggerate only slightly.’ I think you kind of had to be there, but the guy cracked me up. People could have at least appreciated their clever thinking as buskers. They used humour with their music to grab people’s attention and they went on the tube rather than sitting in the station while people rushed past ignoring them. If the people in London were as friendly as they are up north they would have made a fortune (sorry southerners). They got a quid off me, though. To top of my ‘I hate London’ day I then went to a casting that was full of fashion type models and I have never come across such a bunch of rude bitches in my life! It made me greatful to be in glamour even if I wouldn’t mind Kate Moss’s pay cheque…