Well…its been a strange few days since I last made an entry. I lost one of my dearest friends Tuesday afternoon, but I really dont want to dwell on that too much. Wonderful man with a heart of gold but he was very ill. To start with it was a terrible shock and it threw me immensely for a day or so but then out of the blue I heard him say “Hello Gorgeous” as he always did when I saw him or spoke to him on the phone (yes he had bad eye sight) and I then realised he wouldnt want me to be upset. He was one of those people who was always there for anyone and their problems and always tried to cheer them up, so I know he would have been there trying to console me had it been another of my friends or family.

Then on Wednesday night, the night before I was meant to be going to Wembley to see Lee Evan, my sister tells me she is unable to go with me. So bring on a mad ring round to find someone else to come with me. Jeesh I thought he was popular, but could I find anyone?? I dont know, maybe they objected to going with me that they turned it down but I went to bed Wednesday night resigned to the fact I either wasnt going or I was going alone.

Until, Thursday morning, my nephew came to my rescue and offered his services to be my “escort”. I was so happy, I jumped up from my pc, completely forgetting I had washed the floor in the kitchen and proceeded to skid right across the room until I landed with a hefty bang on my backside. Ouch!! Why couldnt I have a fat bum, one that would have given me a little bit of cushion. But ohhhh no! Boney bum! God it hurt!!

I met him there and boy did we have good seats. To the side but at the front. I could almost touch him. Was shocked though at how short he was. I knew he wasnt a giant but Im sure Josh is taller than him. I sat there armed with my drinks. Cant remember how many I had, I lost count at 4, but I know I had a few more because I cant remember much after the break at half time. I lost my coat, which is now probably in someone elses wardrobe grrrr. If you have it and are reading this, please give it back… it cost me a fortune!!

Friday morning I had to get up ultra early to get my seat at the pc, armed with mug of coffee, waiting for 9am to get onto ticketmaster to get my Take That tickets. Omg I was soooo desperate for those tickets. So there I sat, card details in front of me, watching the clock ticking while I did a mental countdown. Why does is feel that time goes in slow motion when your waiting?

9am! Bang! There I was, clicking on all the relevant boxes for my tickets and then after about 5 minutes my screen is telling me I had 5 minutes to make an account or I lose the tickets reserved for me. I never moved so fast, entering all my details only for it to tell me I already had an account! But…. I couldnt remember the password! I tried every possible password Ive ever had and it kept telling me it was wrong. Then, just when it dawned on me what it was, a message popped up telling me I had lost them. I could have cried. I tried again and again and they kept saying please wait blah blah blah until in the end it said “Sorry sold out!”

My head was banging (10% through frustration but most definately 90% through hangover), my eyes were stinging and welling up with tears and my face was burning. I wanted to kick the dog, throw me coffee across the room and curl up in the corner sobbing like a baby. But I couldnt. I was working at 10am. So into silver I went, feeling like my life was over. Then I looked at my screen to be greeted with all these people saying “Hi Q hru?” and you know what… I didnt feel so bad. My head was still hurting and my stomach felt like a washing machine on a 1400rpm spin, but just seeing all these people greeting me like that made it seem unimportant.

Later that afternoon, with me still feeling like death warmed up, His Lordship came home from work, jumped on the pc and within 10 minutes had managed to buy me 2 tickets! I was stunned. Apparently they had just announced 2 extra dates which he heard about on the radio on the way home from work so he was a man on a mission. He knew his life wouldnt be worth living if he hadnt at least tried. I was like a little kid on Christmas morning, phoning everyone to gloat, jumping up and down and generally acting like a complete plum. Who cares?? Im seeing Take That!!

Last night was a nightmare. I was given a different name to work under and the idea was not to let on who I was! How on earth was I meant to do that?? I am one of the easiest people to suss out at the best of times. Ive tried doing incognito before and the only way Ive managed to get away with it is not to speak. Bit difficult when your the CM. So I thought lets be nice and polite. I cant do polite at the best of times and oh my word it was difficult. I had to sit on my hands to stop me making sarcastic comments, I still have teeth marks in my hands and Ive broken my pen… all through frustration of not being able to be myself. It was sooo lovely to log out and log back in as Quartz at midnight. Like taking off a bra thats been cutting into you all day and letting it all hang out! Bliss

Better get to work.. Im due on in a few minutes. Oh one final thing…..

Neeeeeever Forget where youe come frommmm, Neeeever forget that its all reeealll hee hee

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