Oh my word, it’s August, which means only one thing – Harrods open their Christmas decorations department.  Nice (!)  On the other hand, it means I’m one step closer to going on holiday.  Well, next month actually and I’m dead excited, me!  I’ve got just over six weeks to swot up on the Rough Guide to Andalucia and I must remember to buy one of those conversion plugs and an extra memory card for my camera or I will cry bucketloads.

Last week and the weekend have both been really nice for me, which makes a change.  So allow me to bore you with the highlights.  I popped along to Pizza Express Jazz Club in London’s Soho to see (who Universal is touting as the next jazzy thing) Gwyneth Herbert perform a short set.  Looking spookily like Celine Dion in her publicity shot, and covering Portishead’s ‘Glory Box’, I was willing to forgive her, even if she is the female equivalent of Jamie Cullum. 

I must say, Universal people worry a lot – they were concerned I was standing around, looking like a lost soul in the dingy basement.  Or maybe I was just getting in the way and had to be seated somewhere in the dark and promptly.  I should really tell you to listen out for her, but I would much rather think of ways of catching her off guard in an interview.  Suggestions, anyone? 

Ooh!  On the subject of interviews, I’m pleased to learn Seether’s single ‘Broken’ (with Amy Lee) has been pushed back for a release at the end of the month, which means I’m not late with writing up the interview with frontman Shaun Morgan AND I’m way ahead with putting up the one with Amy.  Hurrah!  I rock!

Friday night was a pub crawl around Primose Hill, courtesy of Matthew who chose this particular night as his ‘leaving’ do.  He’s emigrating to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria – purely for tax evasion of course. ;-) 

Here are some snaps of the great man in a couple of poses – ‘camp man' and ‘school photo’.  As the location was Primose Hill, of course I saw someone really famous: swanned past Simon Callow in the pub.  No, not Simon Cowell, but I suppose it’s an easy mistake to make.  Come on, that’s not bad for a Friday night! 

I don’t know what time Matthew crawled back to his home, but Matthew, if you’re reading this, I missed my train by two minutes and had to wait 30 minutes for the next one.  If it hadn’t been for that bloke in the ladies’ loo, I’d have caught that choo-choo.  What I’m still puzzled over is why there was a man (on his own) in the ladies’ toilet who after emerging from the little room, went straight into the men’s…and he made me miss my train.  I’m getting quite scared about going home on my own at night.  Waiting for the train, I had to watch a chav (female) attempt to beat the crap out of two blokes because they sniggered at her.  She was a right dog and all.  *shudder*

In other news, Mojo has finally booked her first driving lesson and it’s on Friday the 13th!  Gee, no wonder the instructor had that day free, Moonch!  Joking aside, lots of luck and enjoy yourself.  I strongly recommend the instructor as he helped me pass but please, don’t let him spill the beans on me.  I’m warning you, he’s either exaggerating or worse, making it all up!