The claws were out for me at work today and all because of a purple fleece jacket so kindly given to me by the ever ready Kevin.
"Oooooh" said one of the witches "I've been here two years and I ain't got one"
Being somewhat of a drama queen I smiled ignoring her completely... preferring of course to offer up thanks to the stunned Kev.
Anyway off went Kev and I.... with me firmly in the driving seat...

The journey went without much to write about, he taking notes for me and delivering the food, me coasting along in me new coat:)

We clocked back in to the office just after twoish wherein I was handed a whole raft of paperwork mostly to do with 'elf and safety...
"Getting on alright?" asked Spooky Tone
"Yes thank you, getting there" I quipped merrily
Leaving Old Bent Tone stunned by my confidence. What a marvellous actor I am...

After a few bye byes and cheerios I headed home to a raw Steak and Kidney pudding. Getting that boiling was my first concern, the second concern being The X Factor Results.

If that awful Daughter of Satan, Kitty Brucknell goes through again I'll eat my badge...The woman is quite mad, quite ghastly and quite determined to win.

Last night's Factor was fabulous, a real humdinger of a show. Emoted stupidly over young man band, The Risk, me being 55 finding it difficult to be a true Riskette and all, anyway they were cool. Also being good were Little Madam Misha B, a right bitch behind the scenes apparently, and the man who fills me with joy every time he smiles, the campest geezer on the block, Johnny Robinson. Hell, the man can sing, his pipes being lined with silver or something, I adore entertainers who don't take themselves too seriously and have the guts to sling back the arrows oft' aimed at him by Gazza Barlow.
Johnny, I hope, will make it to the last rounds. A true joy to both my eyes and ears.. Love him.

Who else shook me up? Oh yes...Marcus, the Liverpudlian hairdresser, boy oh boy can that lad warble, there doesn't seem to be anything he can't sing, he rocked last night getting the thumbs up from this old rockette!
Don't like Sami.
Belter. But no pizzazz, No danger. No X Factor. Sorry darling.

The girl group aren't bad for a girl group but last night they kind of got lost amongst the dancers, lights and giant plastic cubes. Gave me a headache.

Craig Carlton (think that's his surname) was gooood. Only criticism is that he does the Elvis lip a tad too much. The big lad has some great pipes and owns the stage but there's something of the Tesco Shelf Filler about him.

The little Irish lass made me eat another toffee. Nah, don't dig her much, sings like an angel but I prefer demons.

Who else? The girl no-one remembers, she has a wonderful face, deep sensuous voice but absolutely no charisma. What IS her name?

So tonight I'll be on the edge of my seat waiting to see if the Great British public agree with ME!