Fuck MTV. Thanks for taking over because as a result, I lost my interview with the Bloodhound Gang last Wednesday night as they had to do your sodding TRL programme instead. And it hasn’t been rescheduled either! I’d been promised this interview since August. Well judging by the boys’ performance, I doubt they seem bothered about the publicity they so desperately need.

It was like a game of Hokey Cokey with them – 'you put your left leg in, your left leg out...' and after that they were too tired to do any more.  At one point, they sat down for part of the encore!  There were no flame-blowing tricks, no gratuitous nudity (apart from when the bass player ripped his trousers off to reveal union jack boxers), no silly games and dances and they kept calling the VIP section and their record company a very rude word beginning with 'c'. 

By the way, do you not think Evil Jared resembles Hugh Jackman from X-Men? I had such good questions too. Unfortunately they couldn’t be applied in quite the same context to Darren Hayes, whom I spoke to last week. Check me out, having breakfast with Darren Hayes. He offered to feed me too. Can’t say that’s a bad thing. Any way, the interview went very well and you can read it on this very site right here so please do. Just hope I don’t get a barrage of abuse from Darren Hayes’ fans…

I did experience something for the first time on the day I met Darren, but it didn’t involve him at all. I was wolf-whistled at by a couple of workmen. I don’t know what they were doing exactly, I was just blinded by their fluorescent yellow jackets and hard-helmets but was far too mortified to turn around and look at them.

My entire weekend was devoted to dining out and combined with the chilly weather we’re having, I’m feeling really grotty now with flu-like symptoms. Boo! Any way, in the restaurant on Saturday night, I managed to make a visit to the ladies and had never come across such a glam-looking loo – there wasn’t a door handle but a piece of rope to open the door to the actual toilet. I mean, what’s that about? That reminds me, Mojo, we need to revive that promised loo guide we have been meaning to write about and what better place to start than the ones in Ozer restaurant on Langham Place!

On Sunday, my friend and I were planning to visit a local restaurant called Mr Jacks. It serves greek food, which to be honest, I have never tried but you know, I’m not going to say no to a bit of feta cheese, vine leaves and smashing plates. Now the name of the restaurant might not ring a bell and quite frankly not a lot of people know it’s owned by George Michael’s dad. George Michael’s dad!  Can you imagine?! Unfortunately Mr Panayiotou Senior closes his eatery on Sundays (er, why??) but we’re seriously thinking of booking a table for my birthday and persuading his son to do a quick version of ‘Careless Whisper’. I mean, he’s got plenty of time on his hands now that he’s decided to quit making pop music. Or certainly releasing records.

Good news on Charlie Connelly’s debut on national television – his first travel report (on a Mills & Boon writing course!) goes out on BBC 1's Holiday programme next Monday (21 November). Set your video/Sky Plus! That's my lot for this week. Have a good seven days and I'll return on the 21st.