My reaction following a four-letter word was one which harks back to whenever I (and maybe you) have discovered a spider in the bath – how did it get there and why?  I figured it climbed its way up the house and through the open window of the bathroom but why the long trek?  What was it in search of – a midnight snack?

Any way, I had to murder the bugger by turning on the taps and watching it being swept towards the plughole.  I had hoped it would run towards the window but it seemed to encourage its own fate quite easily by going the wrong way.

Apart from that, I’m fine and dandy. Apart from being asked if I’d like to see Travis play a wee gig in front of 500 people about two hours before they went on stage. Gosh, thanks for the thought, Mr PR (!) I had no idea they had a gig on because as an editor, no one tells me. So, last week was the week that happened (along with an invite to Electric Six’s gig at short notice which I did not accept), and last week was the week I was called a ‘sex kitten’ and a ‘weirdo’. By two different people. I’m flattered by both complimentary remarks. To get any attention these days counts for something in my book. By the way, Matthew is crying out for some of TLC, so give it to him by clicking here.

I'm pretty chuffed about one thing I experienced last week – online supermarket shopping. And it's a blast! I just didn't feel like being jammed in the backside with a trolley, queuing up for ages at check-out and having to put my shopping in bags before taking it all out when I got home. The thought of someone else doing it for me and delivering it to my doorstep sounded too good to be true and I wanted to know if it would work and it really does! I heartily recommend you do the same. Think of all the time you will save, how you won't be exhausted from the whole ordeal and your car will live longer too! Marvellous stuff – God bless the internet.

Now coming back to the gig thing (and pay attention if you are thinking of asking me out): I don’t do ‘last minute’. I don’t appreciate being made to feel like the last resort just because someone else didn’t feel like going because they had a dicky tummy. I don’t like being cornered into accepting something as if I should be grateful for it and then be expected to give exposure to the subject with a review (preferbly a positive one).

If you want my services (no, not like that), don’t take me for granted. Myself and my supportive team of writers don’t get a penny from working on this site but we do it for the love of it…until things start to get a bit silly. We're not in the same league as the NME or Kerrang but we're not inferior to them in content and quality. And yeah, I’ve complained about this before and so what? Left-overs results in no-shows from us. We do have lives, you know.

Have a great week!