The title of
this blog was taken from a well-known song by 80’s heart throb Jason Donovan as
anyone over the age of 35 will be able to tell you.
So, as a
22-year-old, I’m not the average fan screaming her devotion for the Aussie triple
threat; but that’s exactly what I was doing on Wednesday evening. And being
named after Kylie Minogue by my 4-year-old obsessed brother I think my love for
Jason Donovan was in some way inevitable.
At the end
of a busy day I was undecided on whether to spend the night winding down
watching football or accompanying my friends to the filming of Celebrity Juice.
Waiting in
the queue at the studio in Hammersmith, a woman stood behind me made my
decision when she announced Jason Donovan was going to be a guest on the show.
Even Mark
Tyler wasn’t enough for me to miss the chance of being within touching distance
of the singing/dancing/acting legend.
Trying to
explain to my 18 and 19-year-old friends was a struggle even with the aid of
his Greatest Hits album on my iPod.
But we went
in, watched the show (which is 300% ruder and funnier in real life than after
being edited down for TV) and left.
It was then,
whilst leaving, that my friend pointed out Jason leaving as well. Taking my
chances I threw myself around him and declared my love. He agreed to a quick
picture but explained he had an early start the next morning. With a quick kiss
goodnight and another declaration of love (this time for Jason Donovan) he
jumped into a car and was driven into the night.
Skip to the
next day and rumours of a romance between Jason and Kyle are spreading, but I
was left thinking it was a mis-spelling of the name perhaps?
Myself and Jason after filming on Wednesday night.
To watch the episode of Celebrity Juice go here.
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