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So poor old Austin was booted off of X Factor on Saturday.

I must admit I was quite surprised. I think he’s got a cracking voice and so has Rachel, who joined him in the vote-off. So why were two of the best singers in the competition in the bottom two? Where was Daniel Evans, who is pretty cheesy – let’s face it!

And then I stumbled on the answer. The order they sing in. Who were the first two people to sing on Saturday night? None other than Rachel and Austin.

It doesn’t matter that they show the update/refresher at the end – if you’ve suffered 80 minutes of X Factor, you’re mainly going to remember the most recent singers, not the early ones.

Still not convinced? Look at the previous week. Who ended up in the bottom two? Scott (who was voted off) and Daniel.

Who were the first two people to sing? Scott and Daniel…

I await this week’s running order and outcome with interest!

So you’ve managed to get a dose of herpes and aren’t currently dating. What on earth do you do?

Do you forget the idea of finding the ideal man or woman? Well, not any more, because the first dating site for STI sufferers has launched.

Date Positive is for the 1.8 million people out there who’ve been to a GUM clinic and have to be a little bit careful what they do when they get down to some duvet action.

Let’s face it, it must be tough for these people. Imagine going on a date with someone and them telling you over the creme brûlée that they’ve got HPV.

Mind you, it’d probably be preferable than finding out they really like listening to Celine Dion.

* No, I’m not sure the joke works either, but hey I tried

I’ve been thinking a lot about death recently. Not quite as grim as it may sound, but not exactly uplifting, I know.

It’s what happens when your Dad has a brain tumour that just won’t go away and you have a godmother who, according to some people, is not going to last much longer.

I suppose it has something to do with my age. You hear a lot about people in their mid-30s starting to experience older relatives.

Inevitably, this is what seems to be happening to me.

Admittedly, I could be writing a year from now and both of those people will be still be alive and kicking – and god knows how I hope that’s the case.

Anyway, back to death specifically. People have different perspectives at different times of their life. I know there was a small window when I was incredibly fearful of it.

And, to be honest, having young children does give me a little shiver, but I know that if I went tomorrow then I wouldn’t be devastated.

When it is time to go, there’s not a lot you can do about it, is there? Sure you can fight it sometimes, but if your number rises to the surface, then why keep forcing it back down?

I often dream about standing up giving the eulogy at people’s funerals. OK, so I haven’t dreamt my own yet, but it’s actually pretty comforting. It gets you used to the idea and hopefully means you’re less likely to be distraught when it truly happens.

I suppose going is worst for those left behind. All I want people to know is that I loved them and that it’s time to party and not be sad. Simple, really.