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Ha! I have my name on the door for Kelly Rowland’s Sydney show! I think I might spontaneously combust from too much entertainment.

(Kelly is my favourite of the ‘Child. We went and saw them a year ago. Kelly totally rocked! And so many twelve year old girls in the same room — crazy! Then we stood outside the side entrance of the Entertainment Centre for half an hour afterwards, waiting for them to get into their limos. Beyonce gave her handbag to a fan! We screamed a lot! How many exclamation marks can I use?! The Child of Destiny. The crisis of teleology. There must be a link, right?? The bastard child, faithless to origins, launching into a line of flight. Throw your hands up at me.)