Sunday

OMG. Have just seen Oli Hunt in Sainsbury’s. Literally nearly passed out. Saw him buying orange juice and Lemsip. If he is ill for the concert on Tuesday night I will literally die. V. worried.

Obv. v. sad that Zed has left the band. Felt a bit like I did when Bryan chucked Westlife for Delta Goodrem. But maybe Zed will be a Robbie, not a Bryan.  Have put all work on hold this week. Can’t concentrate on anything. Haven’t been this excited since The Smash Hits Poll Winners Party was televised in 1999 (when Scott from 5ive won best haircut third year in a row.) Have looked up all the boys on Facebook. Thought it might be a bit cringe to add them as friends. Have settled for poking them all.

Monday

OMG. Ed Stephenson just poked me back. He is officially my favourite member. Like Ronan, or Nick Carter or Scott. I was literally in love with Scott for, like, two years. Also, my friend Sarah says that she heard that her friend from Pembroke’s sister who graduated last summer once kissed Ed in Fez. I am so jealous. Am making a banner for tomorrow night which says ‘Ed: You Are My Blue-Prince.’ He is literally so hot. And he did play one of the princes in Into The Woods in my first year so it works on two levels. I am definitely an original fan. I was going to the boys’ musicals at the ADC before Blueprint was even assembled.

Tuesday

OMG. Matt has just poked me back. I’ve written a new banner which says ‘I Heart Matthew Eberhardt.’ Feel a bit disloyal to Ed but I could always stick the banners back to back and rotate them every song. On second thoughts, I’m a bit worried about favouritism. I might want to hedge my bets. Matt and Ed might have girlfriends for all I know. Have settled on: ‘Dan Garsin: My Original Sin’ and ‘On The Hunt For Oli Hunt.’ I’m struggling with a James Partridge pun. Still don’t know how I feel about him replacing Zed.

Wednesday

OMG. That was literally, literally, the best night of my life. I have literally never screamed so hard. Ever. And I’ve been to some pretty emotional concerts. I saw Busted’s last concert before they split. I’ll never forgive Charlie. I always knew there was something untrustworthy about him and his caterpillar eyebrows.  And I saw Boyzone perform for the last time as a fivesome last summer. Sad face. But last night, was, like, a new beginning. I haven’t felt this way about a band since the golden age of 5ive’s If Ya Gettin’ Down and 5ive were actually my life.

The boys were soooo amazing. Oli Hunt is like the fittest person ever. Like Mark from Westlife was until he got a bit fat. And he’s got this amazing JT falsetto. Not that I like JT. He basically murdered ‘N Sync.

When they did the Westlife medley I literally nearly died of happiness. Flying Without Wings is like my all time favourite song ever. I would so have that at my wedding. Or maybe Queen of My Heart. Or Unbreakable. Defo something by Westlife anyway.

Am completely in love with James Partridge. Zed, who? When he did Sean Kingston’s Beautiful Girls I literally felt he was singing it just for me. Swoonalicious. Am literally going to marry all of them.