When you experience a breakup your emotions are all over the place; you don't get dressed until at least 3pm (on a good day) and mainly eat Weetabix day after day just to stay alive. My weekend is consisting of all the above after three passionate weeks with a bunch of hot celebrities has come to an abrupt end.
The days of TV gold are no more, as Andrew Stone pirouetted out of the house tonight in the campest fashion imaginable. Not only did he have to leave dressed as a pantomime beast, but the world's smallest carriage complete with pigmy pony was parked up in the garden ready to feed him to the hungry crowd.
Last night the self-confessed 'triple threat' Andrew Stone couldn't get enough of the sound of his own voice, as he went in to great detail about his life, loves and career crushes. If that man ever releases a book, which he actually hinted at during last night's self-indulgent bore fest, it will probably sell as well as Alan Partridge's Bouncing Back but won't come with free torch or Chocolate Orange.