Right now I'm meant to be on the A23 hurtling towards Brighton to go and paint my sister's living room walls, however, I have detoured home as I had to get what just happened off my chest. I promised myself I'd keep it a secret, but i'm crap at that, so fuck it.

I just had an 'audition' for Deal or No Deal. Really all this involved was filling out a disclaimer and then doing a short piece to camera; a screen test if you like. That's how I saw it at least. Not Christine in front of me and her 'agent', Michael Kaye. He was going through her disclaimer with a fine tooth comb and questionning every aspect of it, for example, 'so where it says here, today's date, I don't think we have to necessarily agree withthem that today is the 16th because I know how these things work, trust me.'

*MASSIVE JOEY DEACON SIGN!!*

Christ alive! I had read something recently about how celebrity 'agents' were springing up all over the place on the back of reality TV, but I'd never seen it. The hopes of one woman and stardom all resting on celebrity 'agents' like Michael 'Mike' Kaye. It makes me want to cry! There were 150 other hopefuls along side me all nervous about their audition.

Fuckin' ell kids, it's just a game show! That said, I'll be disappointed if I don't make the cut. There's £250,000 at stake in this game.

Right, they've had their day out in the big city;I'm off to sunnny Brighton.

JC x