Chapter 7 The Brits Are Coming! Oh And The Tour

I'm here again waiting for a long awaited tweet from my boy, still waiting, for goodness sake man it's the Brits we love you more than those facebook types, dignify us with a proper tweet. And here we are "thank you" he says. Well, it's something....and nothing it would seem, he's gone again.

The X factor tour begins in Birmingham, a couple of token tweets from Matt, just to keep us happy, no doubt, oh my goodness when did I become so bitter?? maybe when he gave my bezzie the credit for my brilliant, if prolonged obsession.

So, the first day of the tour is over and everyone is tweeting except Matt...of course......oh it would seem that his twitter is down.....well......get it fixed. good old Aiden to the rescue, I'm beginning to wonder why I am not twitter stalking Aiden, he is very hot although he's just not Cardle hot, no offence Aiden but the man is beautiful in many MANY ways.

Thanks to Aiden, Cardle is back on the twitter train. tweets left right and centre......but wait, why is he tweeting haters? is that what I have to do to get a tweet around here, hate on my boy???? I really don't think I can.....so I enquire into his thoughts on penguins, since this is the reason my bezzie thinks he doth not tweet me because I have no picture of my hotness about my profile....... I await his answer...

Chapter 6 FOR THE LOVE OF TWITTER!!!!

Aaaaaand before your very eyes I shall make this quite amazingly hot singer disappear!!!! Yes the boy Cardle takes YET ANOTHER break from twitter. Come on man I mean, I know you're all loved up and all but we miss you like loads even though you're tweets are really quite shit sometimes, we miss them. it only takes a second to throw a tweet out, not one of those crappy automated ones that go to your website and facebook at the same time, but a nice little personal one, one that gives us all hope and a little bit of light to hover round like moths. Make a tweet man save a million girls tears....right enough sentimental crap, I swear to God that if you don't tweet me and recognise ME as the author of this God damn blog instead of my friend I am going to be forced to twitter stalk Derren Brown, and it won't be pretty as he really isn't that way inclined and is likely to have me arrested!!!

Seriously Matt sort it out.

Chapter 5 He Tweets!

Matt seems to be lost again, for days, in some strange world called real life. When was the last time I saw daylight? vitamin D is highly over rated! I'm forced to go on another twitter stalking session. Does this boy not know what he is doing to me?.....well probably not, no.

I become obsessed with finding out about the little ET boy. I'm sorry I started, the news is not the best. for him maybe, but my heart sinks. Then suddenly out of the blue...HE TWEETS, and tweets and oh my good lord he's on a roll. ET boy is right to the back of my mind now. My good friend (debatable) Sharon tweets the link to this very same blog, and low and behold after weeks of me trying to grab his attention, Matt finally tweets....HER!!!!!!! I am stunned! Does he not know that this girl has absolutely no interest in him....or musical taste....or class come to think of it (love ya bitch). But he loves my blog so now I'm on oxygen, and a 24 hour twitterwatch. A tweet would still be nice though Cardle....TO THE RIGHT PERSON! Sort it out boi! Love ya x

Chapter 4 You Really Are Shit At Twitter Cardle....But we Love You

But wait what’s this? While I’ve been busy twitter stalking Jorjarr, the boy Cardle seems to have disappeared again, Xfactor tour rehearsals my left ear, every other finalist is tweeting so why isn’t he? On twitcam he promised a Maiden reunion next time, then claimed Mr Grimshaw let him down, who needs Aiden anyway? Well many do I know but I don’t, I need Matt. Come on man the hours I’ve put into you, you really are quite shit at twitter, you need to learn boy and fast. Hours, days go by, nothing….missing presumed wasted. Then randomly, at around 2 am one lonely morning Matt seems to have fallen in love with the little boy from E.T.??????!!!

The morning after, is swarmed with new images of my best boy……..not the best of images I must say, but images non the less. Nice co-ordination Matt. That Grimshaw is a bad influence….although on hindsight Aiden did look ever so sober….overlooked.

Then…..nothing…more nothing…..even his bff Ali can’t seem to get in touch. Out of the blue Jorjarr saves the day, she has images of Maiden on streetcam, but reading further she is upset, he stood her up the swine!!!!!!! Oh no she hates him, oh…no she’s just a little tipsy, good girl, show the boy what he’s missing x.

It seems lately that most of the whereabouts and whatdoings come from this little twitter angel perhaps she should become official twitterer of Matt Cardle since, 3 months on, he is still very much mostly shit at twitter. Sort it out man, we miss your tweets!

Chapter 3 To Twitter And Beyond

So here I am on twitter....how many followers since I joined I wondered......none, good oh then. I decide to have a poke around looking for pages related to Matt Cardle to see if I can find out just what the devil the boy has been up to since Xmas..........pages found:- around 6 gazillion, great!. Eventually I stumble upon THE Matt Cardle twitter page and see that he has indeedy been a very busy lad, what with tv and radio appearances, signings and charity dos....and random animal facts!?!?!?!?!?!
My life is bliss again as I read new verbal outbursts from Matt.....the public love him.....the female public love him, which could pose issues for my "He WILL Be Mine" plan.

Days are lost, reading old tweets following from senders to find out anything and everything about whats been going on. Apparently he’s currently working on the album….good oh….its not enough I need juicy info, anything, random snippets here and there. My head is spinning, I need to stop with the twitter stalking, I’m a grown woman for gods sake with a life….of sorts. Suddenly, those magical words are typed TWITCAM!!! Oh yes twitcam, please do twitcam, I’m brought back down to the dirty underworld of twitter….I’m so weak.

And so twitcam takes place with Matt and his bff (no not Aiden, his other bff Ali) and I’m stuck in work! How very dare real life interrupt my non life! And so I watch the recorded twitcam later that night, and again, and maybe once or twice or four times more……….It’s just what my brain needed to push those last traces of sanity over the cliffs of acknowledgment. But wait, there seems to be an Uber fan on the scene…. Jorjarr. Who is this girl? I need to know. More days are lost tracing up Jorjarr, I’m in fighting mode. He SHALL be mine!!!

I discover I haven’t a snowballs chance in hell, this girl is everywhere. I mean, video footage, there's Jorjarr, Photos, there's Jorjarr, Tweets there's Jorjarr, he even follows her. Man this girl is dedicated, I am ready to HATE!!!!. I start to twitter stalk her (a little - not in some weird maniac way) Jorjarr does a twitcam, I’m there, lurking…..I can’t hate her, she’s just too god damn nice. Well if anything I’m glad she’s not some weirdo that wants to kidnap him and keep him in a cellar tied to a pole. Holy crap, the girl has some love too……..and then I notice the haters, those poor souls, the haters.

Chapter 2 All's Quiet

After the initial excitement of Matt winning The Xfactor, and hitting the xmas number 1 he seems to have disappeared off the the face of the earth...hmmmmm I thought I'd hear more. So my hunt begins. Searching the wonderful world of web. I find snippets of information about Matt that I piece together and create a stalker type profile in my own little Cardle world.....my life has been reduced to this. Songs and albums are downloaded , then videos....the ipod is now perhaps my most treasured piece of kit....never leave home without it. Youtube is scoured....and then, thank goodness for teenage boys. little Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson make a school boy error that sets my heart alight. oh yes the number is mine. what to do, what to do? No I couldn't, yes I could! No I didn't the sanity was still in there somewhere buried deep DEEP down and stopped me harassing the poor boy. But I remembered a twitter account I had set up months and months previous to even seeing the first glimpse of Mr Cardle. I set off to investigate.

Chapter 1 The Smell Of Obsession

Sat in bed, full of flu and feeling decidedly sorry for myself. Surrounded by various medicines and tissues, the telly box goes on. Yay the start of my beloved Xfactor, sad but true, my life has been reduced to this. Watching the poor souls unveil themselves to Mr Cowell and co, to be laughed at, scorned at and generally walked over.......but what's this I spy in the checked shirt and quirky cap? A rare bit of talent and he hasn't even opened his mouth yet. Tonight's viewing has just got interesting, as I tuck into my pringles...and then he sings.... oh my goodness, the boy is not just eye candy, the boy is an audio tonic. He shall be my saviour from this day, the shining light and the end of the dark tunnel that is my week. The judges like him, well its a good job really, or I'd have to go and throw bats up their nighties.

So on to judges houses and Matt's scared of flying."How sweet", I think. Oh my goodness woman get a grip!! I quickly slap myself back to sanity, this boy is fast taking hold of my head and turning it inside out. I must get control of my uber coolness again somehow, I blame the meds. "If I were a boy!!!!" The grip is well and truly gone, I can just see the head of my grip bobbing over the horizon....bye bye sanity.

Of course Matt got through to the live shows, after all Dannii Minogue is no idiot. Week after week he impressed viewers and judges alike.  Singing, playing guitar and then....shirtless, oh yes please. The judges didn't like it and criticized the song (you mean there was a song that went with those guns?). Then the moment came when I knew that this had turned to obsession Matt sang Here With Me, my song, the song that meant soooo much to me. My heart was his.

Over the weeks, fans swarmed, familiar faces turned up each week, uber fans were born. A bromance was born with Aiden and Maiden was created, a match made in heaven....well a match made in the Xfactor house anyway. Matt got ill....oh no could this be the falling apart of my world? But he battled through and stormed it. The love was there, the love was big. A nation fell in love with Matt Cardle.....although I loved him most, as did a million other fans. Then Matt fell in love with Rihanna and a million girls hearts shattered.....but no matter, the boy done good and won the show. The obsession began!