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29th January 2004
Stood in front of the mirror this morning in my bra and pants. They have definitely seen better days. So has my body. I bear absolutely no resemblance to any of the gorgeous models in those magazines. Have FHM gone mad? I looked down at my wobbly belly and held my stomach in. Hmmm, that’s slightly better. I can’t exactly hold my breath for a seven-hour photo shoot though, can I? OK, question: do you want to do this? Take your clothes off for a glossy, glamorous, once-in-a-lifetime sexy shoot, that is also potentially a fantastic opportunity to start to turn your life around? Answer: Absofuckinglutely. FHM want to do it in three weeks. Right, we need drastic action.

21st August 2004
V Festival, Chelmsford. Incredible. Had the best time EVER! Was in a right panic about what to wear though. What do you wear to a festival? What if it’s muddy? My super-cool bunny Donna, who manages Ronnie Wood, just looked at me and said, with a straight face, ‘Hey – it never rains backstage, honey.’ We fell on the floor laughing. This is going to be the motto for every festival I ever go to from now on. A car arrived at lunchtime to pick us up, and the driver said he’d just wait until we wanted to leave at the end of the night, whatever the time was.

Got to the festival and it was overwhelming. Everyone I passed knew who I was – people were shouting my name, wanting to meet me, running up and begging to have their picture taken. God, it was exciting. Faithless were performing – they were incredible – and I remember us all jumping up and down to the music, with our arms in the air, holding hands. In the VIP tent it was a free bar. ALL. DAY. Got papped staggering out of a portaloo – that’ll be a nice one. Vaguely remember being interviewed by someone from the Telegraph later that evening. Was absolutely off my head. Christ knows what I was saying. Who cares! Love V Festival! Love my girls! Going to be sick . . .

25th March 2005
Went to Marks and Spencer’s to buy a sandwich this afternoon. A guy came up to me while I was in the queue. ‘Excuse me, are you famous?’ he asked. ‘Well, considering you have to ask and you don’t know my name, I would have to say – clearly not.’

7th August 2005
Emma from my agents called. ‘A director called Mike Miller has been on the phone. He taught you drama at Kensington and Chelsea College apparently, and says he wants you to read for a play he’s putting on in London. He says he’s never forgotten about you.’

I couldn’t get to the phone quick enough. He’s putting on an Arthur Miller play called Two Way Mirror. It’s beautiful. There’s only two people in it! And its about ‘complicated relationships’ and is meant to have been inspired by Miller’s real-life marriage with Marilyn Monroe. I remember telling Rebecca on Love Island that my dream come true would be to play Marilyn Monroe and Mike said he saw that. He thinks I’m made for the part. Am ecstatic.