I had to go and visit the pet psychologist today because Cheryl is worried that all the separation stuff might be upsetting me. Of course it's bloody upsetting me having to mooch around the house all day with Cheryl's mum and Coco as company. What I really need is Cheeryl's undivided attention for a few days but there is fat chance of that happening. Instead I have to spend 30 minutes with some overpaid quack who doesn't have a clue what he is doing. He charges Cheryl £200 an hour for his time so he's clearly on a good earner. After spending half an hour with me he then spends 30 minutes telling Cheryl what she wants to hear.
Apparently a group of rappers were ejected from the BGT auditions after making threatening remarks towards Piers and Simon. Why oh why didn't the security guards turn a blind eye and let thing kick off, people would tune in, in their millions to see those two getting a pasting.
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