I was just in Australia for the first time ever to launch Project D with Dannii. First Sydney, then Melbourne. It was brilliant, I loved it, and love how happy the Aussie kids are all the time! See, sunshine really does make you happier...oh, and having the sea on hand...and fit Aussie boys with 6 packs running around the place...and the best coffee EVER. I did my first ever live tv shows much to Dannii's terror, as given my pretty atrocious case of Terrets, she was convinced I would swear live on air. She even tried to persuade the producers to put a 5" delay on me....oh yea of little faith I say, I didn't drop the F bomb once! (this is part of my new Aussie vocab. F-bomb, and clacker. Answers on a postcard if you know what a clacker is). We even spent a couple of days filming Project Runway...and having the worst giggles ever while we did it...I don't know why girls make other girls giggle so much, but I am sure we drive boys insane! Anyway, I will be returning to Oz as I feel I could make this home 2, and they seem to love a bit of British filth....better get that garden shed cleaned up Dan!xx

So I have to say, I have often scoffed at celebrities who pose on the red carpet, but after the Project D perfume launch at TPS last week, I retract everything I ever thought! Knowing there were going to be paps at the event, I spent an hour practising my pose with everyone in the office and trying to find the stance that would make me look the least fat… we finally agreed on crossing one leg in front of the other to make my legs look like one leg! But then when I got in front of all the cameras, with everyone shouting at me at once, I was so busy trying to smile I forgot to make my legs look like one! After the event, when I looked at the photos, I noticed my legs were slightly spread so they looked like 2 large legs, not one svelte leg.

Note to self. An hour rehearsing leg stance is not enough. Especially when standing next to the very beautiful and petite Miss Dannii Minogue!x

So, it’s been a long time, again, but I am back! My first big admission is that I am officially addicted to Glee and cannot believe the first series is over! Whichever genius producer came up with the idea of a new series aimed solely at girls like me and you who live mainly to sing along to 80’s rock ballads is a God. Journey is now my ring tone, and never fails to make me smile. So imagine my delight when the Glee cast turned up at a party I was at on Thursday night...while Mr PB was dribbling over seeded tennis players, I was dreaming of living out my fantasy and rocking it out with Mr Schuster. I tried in vain to get his attention, strut it out on the dance floor, sing loudly...but no, nothing. Instead just a very drunken Mr PB attempting to piggy back me to the car and sing me his very own version of a rock ballad. Not quite the same, but endearing none the less...

My big sister is turning 40 this weekend. The drama is immense. You would think she was going to the moon. But then maybe it feels like that. She has been dieting for 3 months in the run up to the big day, worrying about her outfit for 6 months, and asking me everyday how old she looks. The local facialists think that Christmas has come early. Why does the big 40 scare us all so much? I keep telling her I am getting older too, so it is impossible to be objective about her age - I still feel 21, she still feels 25, and I hope that this will never change. Bring on the dancing on that bar this weekend, sis - just like the old times..except my skirt may be longer...

London Fashion Week last week, and I have only just recovered! At the show all day, and then partying every night. Fabulous, I loved it. But, I also wondered why we buy into it. A certain well known fashion editor was wondering around in heels she could not walk in, muttering away to her assistant who was wandering around with her watering can all day. Then, said editor, went on to someone's stand to 'borrow' some clothes, stripped off where she stood, changed, and then left! And the funniest thing is that her and her assistant looked ridiculous. And yet despite this, we let them dictate what fashion should be, how we should look, and we crave their approval. But in reality, do they really know any more than us? One look would prove otherwise. But when I mentioned this to other exhibitors, they all said well, she is in fashion, she is someone we look up to, she needs to look mad. I disagree. I think it is scary that fashion is dictated by people who wear extraordinary outfits, and can make or break a fashion business in minutes just by expressing their opinion. In reality, don't we all just want a dress that makes us look pretty, or jeans that make us look thin? Well I know I do.