About turn

Colindale, London, England // 9.14 am // Mostly cloudy 12ºc / 54ºf

The rest of Sunday continued on the lazy theme. It was a really good weekend though. Although I missed Elle, it was good to have nothing at all planned. However, now that the weather is getting better, I might be happier to do more stuff out and about at the weekends over the next few months. Exhaustion permitting, of course!

Yesterday, Easter Monday, was just another work day. Well I say that, but it was actually incredibly busy. After work I came home to make the place look decent for Elle getting back from a long weekend back in Walsall for Easter. The night before, I was helping her and her friends with a pub quiz via text, where she texted me what I thought was a substantial proportion of the questions. In the end, most of the questions I answered were right. However, they only got about 30% right! Which were probably most of my answers! And came last. I was sure they were certain to win, but I suppose justice was done as they *were* cheating!

Anyway, Elle came back last night with the wonder of the world that is a takeaway from KFC! Bliss.

I'm not sure if I've mentioned the fact that I received an invite to the first audition of this year's X Factor. It was something that Elle and some other people had been trying to persuade me to do for years, but it just didn't interest me. All of a sudden, when people stopped trying to persuade me, I somehow thought it'd be a good idea to give it a go! So at the end of the last series, I applied online.

A couple of weeks back I got the invite to the first audition at the O2 at the start of next month. Initially I was still fairly upbeat about giving it a go. But as time went on, the more I thought about it and the more I talked to other people about it, I started to wonder what the hell was the point! Firstly, ok... I can sing fairly well, I'll admit that. Various karaoke prizes is testimony to that. But Christ, no where near good enough to get anywhere near very far, I'm pretty sure. Secondly, although I like to think I'm a fairly easy-going, likeable person (I hope!)... I'm hardly Mr Charisma! I don't think I'm outgoing enough and particularly confident enough with singing to be able to perform or impress. And finally, and probably most importantly, I don't *really* want it. It *isn't* my life. I don't have a one-legged granny who is dying of the bubonic plague, whose last wish was to see me sing on tv, and then they'll switch off her machine. And that fact would just shine through, compared to the teeming masses who would break into hysterical crying just at the sight on Simon Cowell's gleaming teeth. Plus, I already have pretty much everything I ever wanted as it is. Why do I need to add this to that; what am I trying to prove?

So if anyone else wants to go as me, I've got an invite here ready to post to you*

* Until I run out of loo roll