He's once, twice, three times a cheater....

This weekend was spent comforting one of my oldest friends who found out last week her boyfriend of five years has multiple mistresses - Tiger Woods style.

After a tearful phone call from her on Wednesday I booked the train home to Birmingham on Friday where I met Vicky... She has been living in Leeds with said boyfriend but is now back in Birmingham with family for the foreseeable future.

Not one mistress, not two but three. And those are just the current women, how many more must there have been during the five years they were together? And how did she find out about said women? She became suspicious from a message left on facebook, then hacked in to his email account to find the unfortunate truth. Better to know the sad truth than to live a happy lie I told her, but it offers little comfort at this stage.

How was her cheating spouse accumulating all the ladies? Is he some Brad Pitt stud I hear you wonder. Far from it. In fact I wish I could upload a photo of the oaf here just so you could all see how far he is from that description. But unlike him I am not so cruel. No he did not have women flocking to him left right and centre, he attained them via the method of Internet chat rooms and dating sites, of which there were many listed on his email account for my lovely friend to break her heart trawling through.

One such site was not even a dating site but some sort of sex meet up website apparently. Such a shame that men like him, and Tiger Woods for that matter throw away what they have. They clearly still want to be with their partners otherwise they would leave them and not have to sneak around with other women. But they seem to have a self destruct button which detonates everything good around them.

Letting her hair down on Saturday night seemed the way forward for Vicky so we set off to our favourite nightclub in Birmingham, Flares. Vicky and I have been dancing to the same 80s songs on the same dance floor in Flares since we were seventeen...before she met said scumbag and life was far more simple. Our biggest concern at the end of the night was where to get some food from on the way home.

It was a night of highs and lows, alcohol bringing out a range of emotions from this car crash of a relationship. Luckily at the end of the night G drove to pick us up, redeeming our view of men to some degree and offering the male perspective that yes he was an idiot and yes she could do better. And even though I've been her friend for 15 years I think it meant more coming from G, who she has only met a handful of times.

I'll keep you updated with Vicky's progression. After she has had a chance to grieve this relationship I plan to find her a far more deserving and worthwhile man.. I already have a few lined up in my mind...

Formula One Midlands style!

These photos show what I got up to this weekend. Never one to let snow stop play, G and I found out about an indoor racing tack and went along, putting wagers on which of us would win.

It turned out to be a lot of fun - but G won both races by a couple of laps and his reward is that he gets to pick what we get up to next time he comes down to London to see me (football match here I come).

As you can see from the photos this was not my most glamorous look. I had to wear a child's outfit due to my challenge in the height area, and as you can see it struggled to accommodate my top half. Added to that a pair of fluffy pink gloves and my mums trainers which I borrowed because I don't own any....and we have the dreadful outfit which was more Rupert bear than formula one promotions girl.

Never mind it was a fantastic day and I would recommend it to anyone thinking of play acting at Michale Schumaker for the day!

Where were you when the clock struck 12? New Yr 2009

Happy New Year!

I hope you all had a fabulous night on the 31st Dec whatever you got up to.

G and I went back to my old uni town of Bournemouth for a night of drinking, dancing and kisses under the mistletoe. We had a fantastic night and stayed in a lovely hotel. Where were you when the clock struck 12? We were in nightclub walkabout and at the stroke of midnight someone threw a glass high in the air in their excitement which fell on my shoulder cutting it quite badly! Instead of Cinderella and the glass slipper at the stroke of midnight it was Ava and the glass embedded in her arm!

One can never say my nights aren't eventful. After the shock and a bit of TLC from G we carried on the night and had our own pretend midnight countdown at 1am since the long distance glass thrower had somewhat interrupted our proper midnight...

Glasses aside, it was a fantastic night and one I won't forget in a hurry. I wore the dress G had bought me for Christmas, I've posted some pics here hope you like it!

Here's to a happy 2010! x

New beginnings this New Year...

I hope all of you had a very Merry Christmas and Santa brought you everything you wanted. Christmas was a family affair once again for me this year, and back in Birmingham my family and I ate Christmas lunch at a fabulous restaurant at the top of the Mailbox building...

What a treat to avoid the stresses of hungover Christmas day cooking and terrible Christmas TV. While you can't beat Christmas at home, we discovered a couple of years ago that having the meal itself at a lovely restaurant can avoid a partly frozen turkey, tonnes of washing up, and the teenage boredom and angst of my 19 year old brother that comes hand in hand with spending the whole day stuck at home.

I was a very lucky girl this year when it came to presents... One of my top gifts this year was a silver bracelet with my name engraved - which my mum had hidden in a Christmas cracker I pulled at the meal.

When it came to surprises my beautiful boyfriend G gave me a lovely treat... On Christmas eve he rang my mobile and said has my parcel arrived yet, go check the doorstep to see if they left it there. I opened the door and there he was! He whisked me off shopping to choose my prezzie - he wanted to buy me a dress to wear when we go away for New Year, and he needed to have me there really to pick one I loved and try it on. I chose a beautiful purple silk one from Selfridges - I will upload some pics of our New Year night away so you can see it yourselves! I feel a very lucky girl to have a man spoil me so much, but it was more the thoughtful aspect of him wanting to surprise me on the doorstep than the actual gift that meant so much to me. (Didn't tell him that though as I still wanted the dress!)

The gifts I got him were far less poignant and romantic - two PS3 games, and I took him to a football match on boxing day... What can you do though it's what he wanted! I had thought out romantic ideas for presents, perhaps a meal at the restaurant where we had our 1st date... But I know we would have got there and he would have said can I have my PS3 games now. Boys and their toys!

He will have to tear himself away from the PS3 for one night though when we go away for New Year. We've booked into a lovely hotel in Bournemouth to spend New Year. I can't wait, it means a lot to be with him to see in 2009 and Bournemouth as a town means a great deal to me too as I spent 3 happy years at University there.

Our time together is limited as I'm back to London the very next day and we will part at the train station. He can expect tears from an over emotional and undoubtedly hungover me, but I am looking forward to getting back to my fun life in London and seeing what 2010 holds for me...perhaps G will move down before the year is through.

I hope you all have a fabulous New Year and wake on the 1st with a hangover but a smile, who knows what 2010 will bring! x

Merry Christmas

It's that time of year again, when everyone heads back to their roots to be with family, battling the snow covered roads and delayed public transport.

Like so many others I packed up my bags and laden with presents set off back to Birmingham, my home town, to spend Christmas with my family and boyfriend.

This year, in the midst of a recession, I wondered whether Christmas would be a parred down affair. I've read in the news that companies won't have Christmas parties for staff this year, that people are attempting to make their own presents not buy them. Home made or not, drunken Christmas party or not, it appears to me that people are celebrating the season as enthusiastically as ever this year. On my journey back home I was pleased to see most people had gone to town with Christmas lights. In addition to this, the shops do not seem to have suffered this year with Christmas shopping. Which bodes well for my presents - I can't imagine what I would receive should my brother take it upon himself to start hand making gifts.

What are your plans this Christmas? Whatever they are I hope you enjoy your time with family and friends. Eat, drink and be merry. And remember, Santa comes tonight so however merry you get make sure you behave!

Happy Christmas everyone x

Entry to Embassy

Another night another nightclub...

And this time it was the turn of Embassy nightclub in Mayfair to wow me for the evening, with their fabulous Christmas decor accessorised by famous faces at every turn.

How did I, a lesser known mortal gain entry? It's all about who you know, and luckily two of my well connected friends from school were down in London for the night and got the three on the list....

We had a fabulous night, albeit fairly sober due to the drinks prices.

Christmas is the time for festive drinks but I don't want January to be the time for a festive overdraft so I resolved to limit myself to only one or two glasses.

Mingling with the rich and famous it is easy to forget you don't have their kind of resources... anyway, who said a girl can't have a good time sober?

It was lovely being with old friends for the night surrounded by the glamour of a lifestyle not quite in reach.

The best bit of the night though might have been returning to the lovely hotel in Mayfair where they were booked in for the night, collapsing in to the huge super king size bed with them and ordering room service. By 2am we were eating smoked salmon sandwiches in bed and watching sky news as we dozed off...

Such hardcore party animals!

What is your claim to fame?

Everyone loves to be in the spotlight. In the UK we are obsessed with celebrity, we want to know everything about them, aspire to be them, and can't get enough of them.

It makes me wonder how close all of us have got to being in the public eye? While standing at the edges did any of us make it in to the spotlight and what brought us there?

Perhaps for some reading this their moment in the limelight is yet to come. Perhaps for some it briefly shone on them and now they are back among the crowd. And for others, they may never be rich and famous, or mingle with the rich famous and they may never want to.

I personally can't say my life has been filled with celebrity, although it is getting a little closer to that recently...

My (shockingly poor) claims to fave thus far in the 23 years of my life include.....

I dated for just over a year the brother of a famous TV presenter, Giles Vickers Jones. I can mention that on here because I am still good friends with his brother and we often wind Giles up about his so called 'celebrity' life. Presenting for GMTV, E! Entertainment and ITV at the Movies has not made him a mega celeb but he's a little more in that circle than the rest of us.

Before that relationship I once kissed an X factor finalist while I was in my second year of University at Bournemouth and they came to the town on the X factor tour.... it is highly embarrassing. It is too embarrassing to give away the name but it was the year Leona Lewis won, his name began with B and he may have been known for his unconventional hair... Those of you as into X Factor as I am will know who I am referring to. But a lady will never kiss and tell! (she just hints).

Other than these two encounters with the male celebrity species I have been somewhat protected from the glamour and gossip that comes from being immersed in the celeb circuit. That is until now, where my new job means I speak to someone in the public eye every day, and occasionally meet up to discuss work...

It makes me smile if I read his name on the net or a magazine, to think that I know him, I get a buzz from the fact that others can only speculate but I have some degree of insider knowledge into someone high profile's life.

For now, this is the nearest I get to mingling with the celebs, texting and emailing my secret boss, and the occasional overpriced night at Funky Buddha or China white. I'm not very close to being in the limelight, I'm still watching the glamorous few from a distance. But I'm a hell of a lot closer than I was a year ago reading Heat Magazine at home in Birmingham. x x x