Last month I was dispatched to Sheffield to undertake one of the most terrifying jobs I have done to date.

The task at hand was to sit on a celebrity panel at Sheffield Arena for the Dancing On Ice tour and be as mean to the skaters as Jason Gardiner is in the TV show. In front of THOUSANDS of people. NIGHTMARE.

Well I did it and along the way I got heckled, I got booed and Andi Peters told me I had 'no passion for life' OUCH. 

You can read how I got on here...

Last week I was invited to an event for BeautifulPeople.com an exclusive social networking/dating site that in a Zoolander styleee only accepts the really, really, ridiculously good-looking as members.

I'm already hooked on Twitter and Facebook so when I heard about a new online gimmick called 'chat roulette' I decided to give it a whirl.

'Chat roulette' launched in November and is already attracting 22,000 users at any one time. Even the Jonas Brothers were rumoured to be on it this week. The premise is very simple: you enable your webcam, click 'play' and then find yourself face-to-face with a random stranger from anywhere else in the world.

So apparently Robert Pattinson has topped a poll of who we'd most like to kiss under the mistletoe.
 
Lovely Rob (swoon) is followed in hot pursuit by Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt - so far, so good.

I loved last year's X Factor. Whether it was Alexandra Burke's fabulous performance of Candyman, Diana Vickers' quirky style (and 'claw' action) or JLS just being teen-swoon-tastic - 2008 was a very good year.

And as much as I'm enjoying this year's X I'm not convinced the contestants are in the same league for me.

Yes, Stacey is adorable, Lucie is great, Olly is cute (when he keeps his shirt on) and Joe's version of Don't Stop Believing was surprisingly good last week.

But while I initially liked Lloyd (and admired his gall at fulfilling every adolescent boy's fantasy of stroking Cheryl's face - on live TV!) I'm not sure there is much beyond the gooey grins.

I also find Jamie Afro grates a little and Danyl, while talented, just seems to veer boringly between over-confidence and sulkiness.

So it turns out that my guilty pleasure - the act that I wait in gleeful anticipation for each Saturday - is none other than the tone deaf, two-left-footed, quiffed brothers of doom that are John and Edward.

How did this happen? I was as outraged as the next person when Louis first put Jedward through. "But this is a SINGING competition," I yelled at my telly.

But the minute Jedward crashed on to the live show in their red PVC suits to sing and dance APPALLINGLY to Britney I was smitten.

Seeing as I spend so much of my life in a state of chaos I recently purchased a meditation CD. I'd hoped it would help me to find some 'inner calm' - but unfortunately it just seemed to make everything so much worse!
Here's how I got on...

7.30am: I lie in bed playing the meditation CD on my laptop. A husky American voice fills my head, "Good morning," she soothes. "Make sure your bodeeee is really comfortable. Juuuuuust breathe and let it gooo...

7.40am: "Bless the furniture in your home," she continues. "We all have a favourite piece of furniture have you ever thanked it? Do that now."
Obediently I say thanks to my memory foam mattress. I feel like a tit.

7.45am: "Remember our appliances our extensions of ourselves..." the husky voice continues. "Thank your refrigerator for being there. What do you have in kitchen you can bless with love?" Um, my corkscrew? This is getting silly.

7.47am: "Bless your mailbox and the postal service. It's a miracle that we take for granted." I try really hard not to think about the sodding postal strike.

7.50am: Husky says we take the air we breathe for granted. Stupidly I'm now thinking about what will happen if the air runs out. I feel panicked.

7.55am: I battle on: "Today is a new day and delightful surprises and wonderful adventures are before us. All of your thoughts create your future..." Yes! This is good. I am the new Noel Edmonds.

8am: The CD is finished. I can see that this is a harmonious, loving, prosperous and creative day filled with joy.

9.55am: I am in a good place as I leave the house. I nod as I remember what Ms Meditation told me: "Anyone who irritates you, bless them with love and the love returned to you will be multiplied..."

10am: There is a huge queue at the train station. If I wait to buy a ticket I'll miss the train and I have an interview. I refuse to feel irritated.

10.05am: I am on the train, sans ticket, thinking 'happy thoughts'.

10.15am: My stop. Walking up the steps from the platform my blood curdles. There are no less than six ticket inspectors waiting. It's OK, I can sort this. I take a deep breath and 'bless them with love.'

10.17am: Neither the 'blessing' or 'love' have worked. I am being eyeballed by a huge man with the face of a pitbull. I meekly hand over £20.

10.20am: I am late and the tears are prickling. I don't feel calm.

12.30am: The interview is over and I head back to the train station. "Wherever you are going today send love ahead..." I smile to myself as I visualize a smooth journey.

12.45pm: My train is cancelled!!!!

11.30pm: I climb into bed to listen to the 'evening affirmations'. The laptop is making a whirling noise and the light from the screen illuminates the room. My beau protests.

11.35pm: I carry on regardless. The beau doesn't sigh loudly at all.

11.40pm: "This is a relaaaaaxing time," husky tells me. "I suggest you do not listen to the news just before sleep, you don't want to take those DISASTERS to sleep with you..." DISASTERS? My brain instantly recalls every horrible story I've heard that day. Thanks husky.

11.45pm: "Any anger or pain, resentment or rage, juuuust let it goooo. Think about the people who irritate you the most - they have come into your 'life' to teach you about yourself."

11.47pm: I am thinking about Rikki from X Factor and how his eyebrows irritate me. I'm not sure what this is supposed to teach me.

11.55am: Husky has bid me good night and told me she loves me. Weird. My mind is racing with thoughts about world disasters, suffocation through air deprivation, hateful train staff and Rikki Loney's eyebrows. I lay awake until 2am.

So back to my usual ranting self tomorrow then...

Flying back from Italy recently I found myself questioning whether I'd accidentally stumbled into a winged Robin Reliant emblazoned with Trotter's Independent Traders.

With times tough for aviation it seems Ryanair are now encouraging their trolley dollies to become the Del Boys of the sky.

So there I was feeling rather bored in the Post Office queue when I spied a woman with a pushchair. 

Nothing unusual about that you'll agree - apart from the fact there was a dog sitting in it, wearing a t-shirt with 'Stupid' written on it.

In an act of brilliance author Sarah Brown has put together Cringe, a book jam-packed with old teenage journal entries, letters, notes, songs and poems from brave souls prepared to share.

As the author herself reveals: "Oh the injustices I suffered, being a middle-class white girl whose parents were still married!"

My own teenage diary from 1993 (aged 14-15) was a shocker so in a bid to finally lay the self-centered, bratty, teenage Charlotte to rest, here are some of my worst toe-curling entries...

January 1, 1993: If I was to die before this diary was finished I give only Katie McDowell and Sophie Jacobs permission to read it and extract any needed information, no one else should go further.

January 17: I love Robert *A DJ from my local radio station I am obsessed with and keep phoning up to impress with my sparkling 14-year-old wit

March 1: I hate my life! It's a pile of crap. I don't think I exist nobody knows I'm here, this is just a diary in my non-existent world, I'm invisible no one can hear me oh my god I'm ill!

April 20: I am madly in love with Robert. I would go out with John and Simon if they were straight. Jeff has serious sex appeal but is too old. Nick has a sexy voice. Ant and Rick have lush personalities but no sex appeal.

May 12: Bon Jovi is married! That is a real tragedy for me.

June 30: Mum took me shopping I got a skirt. I also got a bikini top but it didn't fit. God just didn't bless me in that area. THANKS

July 12: This is the very worst day of my life. I want to die. I can't take it any more I don't want to go on living. Robert is moving in with his girlfriend.

July 13: My heart is bleeding

September 28: We watched Romeo and Juliet in English. I was thinking about Robert all the way through it. I am a lovestruck teenager!

October 7: What has happened to my life? Why has it gone downhill? Why am I miserable? Why do I feel like dying half the time? Why? Why? Why?

November 5: Robert's girlfriend is pregnant. I am allowed to mourn on this day.

November 8: I rang Robert for about an hour and we had a really deep conversation. I think I'm over him.

November 12: Steve is lush...

For more excruciating extracts click on the link to my website on the right and have a look at some of my favourite sites...

The news that Prince Harry's life story is going to be made into a movie has left me a wee bit giddy.

Apparently the film, to be called The Spare, will start shooting next year and will feature his life in the palace and his experiences of going to war.

As someone who has a major crush on hot Harry (he's ginge and naughty - grrr) I'm now daydreaming away the hours gloriously imagining all the hot actors who might get to play him.

It's got to be a toss up between Simon Woods, Paul Bettany and Kris Marshall for me. Mmmm.

As for Chelsy - well, they'll just have to pick someone really ugly to play her, obvs.