Talking of all things orange, do not be alarmed by the image on the right.  This is actually a photo from the recent Marconi’s Voodoo video shoot (the one I mentioned a few weeks ago?  Yes, the one where I wasn’t invited).  Despite it looking like some oompa-loompas have been cross-bred with Worzil Gummidge (see here), I am impressed with the effort put into wardrobe for a debut video from a band who aren’t signed yet and no doubt, poured all their precious pennies into it.  Gosh, you can almost sense the creative juices flowing already! 

My favourite shot is this one – looks like the half-naked chap is about to give himself an enema NOT that I get off on seeing that sort of thing, but the green hose-pipe in his hand amuses me.  By the way, the sorry-looking one pictured above on the right is a hottie.  Mmm, honey, you can rake my leaves any time!

So, this is the week I was called a ‘hat whore’ and advised to seek professional help for that particular addiction.  I’m flattered.  A hat whore – that has a really nice ring to it, don’t you think?  One more to add to the long list of profanities I’m tagged with.  I am sad to announce I’ve given up on the hunt for a black trilby.  There are some available but I’m fussy over its rim and I can’t be done with a huge bow stuck on the side, which just screams ‘tackiness’.  Now, I fancy a tweed trilby.  Have you seen one?  If so, let me know where I can find one for myself.  Ta!  And while you’re out and about, I want one of these!

OK, that's it from me. I'll try not to slack next time.  Have a great week!