Indeed, to tell by the frantic emails from my Beautifully Atrocious gay boyfriend, this is very vital news for all you Charlotte junkies. To those who have wondered where Jeff is lately, I assure you that I have not locked him in my basement dressed like a gimp. Not this time, anyway.

The bloke presently finds himself without his broadband internet, and for reasons undisclosed, his dialup access is limited to a few moments at a time. Thus, he has enough time only to check up on news concerning his beloved Charlotte, and as such, forwarded them to me with an air of vitality. MUST. POST. CHAR!

Our first issue of importance surrounds a sooper seekrit marriage proposal to our lady Charlotte by some dude. It would seem that Charlotte’s boyfriend, Gavin Henson, spotted some cheeky muppet tying a note to a hedge outside of her home. The paper’s scrawled message read, “Charlotte. I love you. Marry me please.” Gavin wasn’t content to just tear the note from the hedge and toss it into the rubbish receptable. He went further to procure a saw and hack away all the offending branches that had touched the love note. It sounds like someone needs some anger management classes.

Secondly, poor Charlotte must have fallen upon hard times, because she attended a recent film premiere decorated with a posh frock but only a pair of flip flops upon her Welsh feet. The critics have lashed out already:

Most fashion experts would agree the red carpet is not the place for beachwear and now they say you shouldn’t slip them on for the office either.

Choosing casual footwear for work can be disastrous for your career as it gives an image you feel like you’re on holiday rather than serious about work, according to those in the know.

Of course, Charlotte could be well aware of all this and may be just telling the Press to bugger off concerning her fashion decisions. After all, they should be listening to her voice, rather than looking at her feet, right?