Good golly, it’s me again. Have you missed me? If you have, you never bother to show it. Today I was asked what ‘excites’ me before promptly sending a release schedule of forthcoming releases for the next few weeks. I kid you not. That’s all I am to some of you – a gateway to plugging your acts and what do I get in return? My blood pressure soaring, that’s for sure.

It’s the Brit Awards in a couple of days and this time I’m not miffed about the nominees as most of them are all deserving of having their record sales boosted by acquiring a platinum coloured statuesque paper-weight. No Cat Deeley as a presenter either (Yay!) so who’s screwed it up by picking Daniel and Natasha Bedingfield to duet? Daniel’s always bugged me. First he brought out a dance record with a voice which sounded like someone had pinched his nose too hard, and then he dropped that wishy-washy ballad which featured that unforgettably cringe-worthy line: “If you’re not the one then why do I dream of you….as my wiiiiiiiiife?”

Recovered from his car accident, he’s piled on the pounds, got long greasy locks and has copied George Michael’s ‘I Want Your Sex’ video for his latest single ‘Wrap My Words Around You’ – toned down a hell of a lot, mind. And he’s still crap!

I’m curious to watch the Brits this year because Chris Evans will be presenting it, and by my accounts, he’d done a good job of the two previous occasions when he fronted the awards ceremony, including the best ever Brits in 1996 (I think) with Jarvis and Jacko. However, I can’t stomach sitting through two and half hours of it including commercial and sponsor breaks. So, I plan to do what I did last year – record it and then fast-forward all the boring bits. It worked a treat! I managed to watch the Brit Awards in 15 minutes. I suggest you try that too because like many, my time is very precious and hardly worth wasting on something that will be long forgotten by the end of next week.

It is a known fact the Brits is largely aimed at boosting record sales during this present dead period. Award or no award won’t change my opinion in buying a particular record and if the fact that Radiohead have been nominated 15 times in the past (was it really that many?) yet never claimed a single gong is anything to go by, you’ll think the same too. Besides giving Bob Geldof an Outstanding Achievement award is only something else for us to moan about.

So! A week from now, it will be Valentine’s Day – something which has lots its meaning to commercialism.  I don’t know about you, but I was always led to believe sending a Valentine’s card to the one you admired was done anonymously.  Now all I hear about are couples planning romantic breaks or buying each other presents with the colour red as the main theme. (And the dust has barely settled on Christmas….)  Well excuse me for having a rant here – where is the logic in that?  Shouldn’t every day be Valentine’s Day for the one you love?  Why are you stealing the one thing singletons can barely latch onto? How rude!

It seems to be eligible to be someone’s Valentine, you have to be in a relationship or at least know your recipient by their first and second names. Boring! Meanwhile all that single people are left with are lousy ‘self-help’ records by Destiny’s Child and Natasha Bedingfield. Talk about rubbing salt into the wounds!  On the flip side, at least I haven’t fallen foul to the obscene prices businesses hike up their products/packages to just to tug at your heart strings – sorry, I meant ‘purse’.

New boy Ryan will be stepping into my stiletto boots for next week's editorial. Actually, he hasn't agreed to it but I thought I'd answer for him. In the mean time, find out more about who he is.