Celebrity Stalker.

I've realised I have an obsession. Well, many in fact, however the one I'm referring to o this occasion is about seeing celebrities out and about in their natural environment. I mean, yes, I've been to concerts to see Britters, Gaga, etc, so I have seen the odd superstar from time to time, but I actually paid to see them, and I expected them to be there, I'd have been a little miffed if I paid a silly amount of money to go and listen to a CD playing (OK, so Britney did mime to the majority of her songs but she was at least there and jiggled about a bit). No, what I mean is seeing celebs out and about, and when I least expect to see them. It makes it more special, I mean, who realised that these famous types actually lead 'normal' lives, did normal stuff, and mingled with us common folk? I saw Jeremy Sheffield in my gym today doing sit-ups, and while he's not exactly A-List I still got the buzz of a celebrity spot that I always get, and immediately updated my facebook to let the world know of my latest spot. The person doesn't even need to be that famous for me to get excited. Take Jeremy for example (I feel after sharing a gym we should be on first name terms), he's not really done any acting recently that I'm aware of, but he had his moment, and he used to be on TV and in movies and everything. (I've just looked him up on IMDB and apparently he was in Streetdance 3D last year. Go him.). Sarah Beeny, Stephen Fry, Russell Tovey, that guy who does Celebrity Juice on ITV2, and Simon Cowell are just some of my most recent sitings, and every time it's more exciting than the last. I do get worried that I may be getting too excited about seeing famous types, and where it could end. What if start following them? Become a full-time celeb stalker?? I can see it happening. You'll be seeing my mug-shot in Heat magazine after being arrested for harassing some z-list Big Brother contestant...

In other news of my life, I think I may have played a part in killing a duck with a pedalo in Regents Park on Saturday. Oops. Not deliberately or anything, I'm not some crazy weirdo who's going round the lake trying to wipe out ducks one by one. It just happen to dive under the water as we were peddling behind it. And then never resurfaced. It may have hit the bottom of our pedalo, and got churned up in the rudders, either way I don't think it was a particularly happy ending. R.I.P. my little ducky friend.... On the positive side though, I realised that Regent's Park and it's lovely duck filled lake is only like a 10 minute walk from my house so in the spring/summer it'll be easy to get to for killing more ducks relaxing days chilling and picnics etc.

Songs of the moment:
Britney Spears: Till The World Ends
The Swedish entry for Eurovision
David Guetta ft. Rhianna: Who's That Chick
(I reeeeeally need some new songs of the moment....)