Yep, we were amazed, too. So when we were invited to fly out with Pixie to Berlin on her own £48m Boeing 757 for the launch of her debut album, Turn It Up, we saw an opening. Our chances of pulling the nation’s hottest popstar were slim, but we had a plan. Sort of.

ACKNOWLEDGING OUR EXISTENCE
Our bold attempt begins at 7am at Stansted Airport. As you can imagine, we aren’t looking our best for the big introduction. Pixie, however, appears dolled up in a sexy, skin-tight pilot’s uniform. Awesome: she’s into role play. We exchange polite hellos and compare uniforms: “I think mine’s a bit sexier,” she cheekily confesses. Result! She knows we’re alive. DEFINITELY IN!

BUTTERING UP MUM
Once whisked through passport control in Berlin, it’s time for lunch, a few steins for Dutch courage and a stroll across to the venue where our girl is showing off her talents. And singing. We settle on a spot near the side of the stage and spy Pixie’s mum, Beverley. Perfect! Charm mum and we’re in the good books. Which would’ve been fine, if she wasn’t voicing her displeasure at how raunchy our brother mag FHM’s Pixie shoot is. Turns out she’s not a fan of men’s mags. DENIED!

THE MAIN EVENT
The gig is a success and we’re fired up for our crack at this No1 honey. Back on Pixie Air, we’re led to the front of the plane and plonked down next to Ms Lott, who is now wearing the world’s shortest dress. Unfortunately, her mum is on our other side. Undeterred, we proceed: how is she finding all the attention? “It’s very flattering,” she smiles coyly. “I’ve always had male attention, but I’ve never really had a boyfriend, so I’d be up for meeting someone. And cheesy chat-up lines are fine. My favourite one is: ‘I’ve lost my number – can I have yours?’” Jesus. Is Pixie Lott coming on to us? DEFINITELY IN!

A SMALL, EDIBLE GIFT
Sensing a tiny opening, we present Pixie with a box of chocolates. All girls love chocolates, right? “I love chocolates! Thank you very much! How generous!” she grins. Jackpot. Time to step this up a notch… DEFINITELY IN!

PULLING OUT THE POETRY
Yes, poetry. Snigger all you like. Chicks dig it. Especially lyrical girls like Pixie. Our hastily prepared tribute isn’t Grade A, but it’ll do.

"Pixie, Pixie, Pixie,
All the boys you fox completely.
With your legs so long and hair so blonde,
Of you we have become very fond.
You top the charts with your perky hits,
Now please can you show us your wonderful ti..."

Alas, before we can finish, we feel a sharp dig in the arm. Mama Lott. She’s not impressed. But Pixie? She loves it. “No one’s ever written me a poem! I love it! Can I keep it?” she asks. Right, time to strike: “Pixie, will you go ou…” But we’re interrupted. Again! “The interview’s over,” chime the publicist and ever-present Mrs Lott, together. Gah. DENIED!

THE VERDICT
What can we say? There was a spark. A connection. Something happened on that plane. And it was magical. We’re sure Pixie would have gone for it, had mum not been around. Still, write this girl a crap poem, buy her some chocolates and who knows? Pixie Lott might well be your girlfriend soon. May the best man win!