I AM the Cheerleader

I KNEW it, I KNEW it, I AM the cheerleader, dear reader. This not only means that I get to sleep with the captain of the football team but also something that we've all suspected for a while - Peter Petrelli really does love me. Oh, and I get to have a sexually ambiguous best friend. This also explains all those nights out that I've completely blanked. Until now, I'd blamed the vodka but NO!! In fact, a mysterious Haitian has been wiping my memory. Could life GET any better? To take this highly scientific (my italics) test, brought to us by Entertainment Weekly, click on the pic. (via Felipe Anuel)

*Flashback*

Cast your mind back, dear reader, a couple of weeks to our Paris Blognic. A day of sun, fun, new and old friends, chocolate tart, cookies, Pimm's etc. etc. "Yes, yes, Rhino, so you had a picnic, big deal, get over it," I hear you cry. But WAIT. That same picnic has now been immortalized (my italics) in the pages of that most illustrious publication, the Financial Times. There, that's shut you up, hasn't it? I DO feel slightly disappointed that any reference to my chocolate tart ended up on the cutting-room floor. But you can't have it all and it's always nice to get a mention in a pink-coloured publication. Many thanks to Karen (aka Mimi Pompom) for writing it. And you can read the article here. An autographed picture of me wearing nothing but this flag is also available upon request.