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I gather there were two parties in two parks over the weekend – T In The Park and er, Party In The Park.  Both were televised in bits and pieces, and it’s clear the Prince’s Trust palava in Hyde Park won hands down for having the turdiest turn-out on stage and on camera.  Did anyone go to it?  If so, please could you tell me what possessed you?  The line-up read like the contents of Heat magazine –what were they thinking, dragging out Lionel Richie and Matt Goss?  Forget scraping the barrel, it sounded more like were clawing their way through one. 

To be honest, I saw more of the presenters making tits of themselves than who was on stage.  And there were so many of them!  Johnny Vaughan, Alex Zane, Richard Bacon, Geri Halliwell, Duncan from Blue (spare barrel, anyone?) and half a dozen more I didn’t recognise.  So much fuss for a day event, considering nearly every act mimed!

T In The Park was obviously a better affair, and our Jamie went along – check him out!  See, I promised more profiles would be added and I promise there is more to come.  Oh yes, it was Emily D’s birthday yesterday and she’d like you to know gifts from Victoria’s Secrets will gratefully be accepted.  Gracias.

For me, I had a distinctively average weekend – apart from the fact I cleaned up my first pile of cat poo dumped on the new brickwork drive-way.  Why there?!  I thought cats shat in litter trays and flowerbeds, where they can easily cover up their offending mess.  How were they thinking of hiding it on a drive-way?! 

Usually I scream for help (in the shape and form of my dad) but this time, I couldn’t be bothered so had to get rid of the foul mess myself.  I’m sure it’s the devil work of Naked Grandad’s cats. 

Before the cat poo, someone had chucked over a dead baby snake.  Where else could it have crawled out from?  You could still see its head, its eyes and it was a bluey green colour.  I’m sorry I couldn’t get a picture at the time, I wish I had just so you could feel equally queasy as I did. 

All this talk of snakes brings me nicely onto the next subject: Slash.  The interview with him and Duff is now up and unlike other sites, there is nothing distorted about what these two said – it’s all there, word for word and I’m still having to pinch myself that I spoke to them AND they replied.  Yay me!  I am a rock biatch.  Just because.

On that note, I’m off.  Same time next week, OK?