unlucky in love

i don't know whether it's anything to do with the big black cat which jumped out at my in the dark the other night, scaring the bejesus outta me, but i seem to be having a bit of a run of back luck at the moment. the other night we went to bingo with a couple of mates (don't laugh). alex and me have both been a few times before with his work-mates, though never managed to convert our enthusiasm and optimism into hard cash. surely our luck would be in this time. apparently not. the two newcomers to the delights of bingo we took along with us, managed to win not once, but twice. each. although once, by the time he'd realised that he'd won, it was too late and he's missed out. it wasn't particularly big money bingo, but a small token win wouldn't have hurt anyone. it's not that i'm a bad loser, and i'm happy for those that won - you'd have just thought it was about time it was my turn! that's not the end of it though. the next night we were meant to be in the audience of fame academy (again, don't laugh!). we trekked up to where they do the filming, and met the people from the audience company and got ourselves our little numbered pink ticket. incidentally, the guy behind the desk, while perfectly nice enough and with great taste (constantly referring to lex as sexy boy!), was about as much of a walking, talking stereotype of a gay guy that works in the media that you can get. anyways, back to fame academy. our camp little pink tickets were number 174 and 175. first up anyone under 150 are called up to swap their ticket for a coveted wristband giving access to the hallowed halls of the academy. then numbers 150-160 get their turn. it stops at 162. arse. that lot are eventually led off to the studio with the rest of us being told there's probably be more space, and that last night there were only 18 people they couldn't fit in. a quick count up round the room shows that their are a lot more than 18 people waiting and the majority of them came later than as so, it's not looking too bad. the graham norton wannabe behind the desk then calls everyone under 180 over to grab standby wristbands, so that we're poised, ready to burst into action at a moments notice. which, as it turns out we needn't be. with just 4 people in front of us they announce the studio's full and we're all outta luck. if only we'd not stopped to get cash at waterloo, we'd be front and centre on primetime bbc one cheering on a load of minor celebrities murdering the karaoke classics. as it turns out we had quite a nice night anyway, thanks very much so we don't need you and your silly tv show. fingers crossed that the luck's swinging back in opposite direction, cos in two weeks time we're meant to be in our new flat, which will be a whole new exciting adventure of its own.