Two months down, ten to go and Jordan (beg your pardon, Katie Price) has raised the stakes even higher by announcing she’s up the duff again, this time by twice-defunct pop star Peter Andre. Her first kid was fathered by a footballer who at first refused to accept the kid was his and now she's cornered Andre. Didn't Jordan used to go out with has-been lardy popstar Dane Bowers? I can't believe I accosted him at a party once. *shudder* And I got a photo too. What the hell was I thinking?

There’s no accounting for taste, is there? (I'm talking about Jordan now.) Apparently they chose to keep schtum about the pregnancy till they got the all clear that the baby had no complications. Wait till he/she catches sight of his/her parents…

I’m adamant that if it weren’t for the existence of OK! magazine, us mere mortals wouldn’t have to make do with her pneumatic airbags plastered on the cover every week. One lunch -time, out of complete boredom, I flicked through a recent issue with her wearing a wedding dress and grinning like an inane fool. Funnily enough, the magazine overlooked airbrushing out her ‘tache and hairy chest – I kid you not, she has that! The thing is, I can’t decide if she’s a shrewd minger or just a publicity-seeking, down-market bit of rough who’ll milk every opportunity she can transfix her eyes on – a book, a reality TV show, launching a potentional pop career, going for the Eurovision Song Contest and plastering her imminent wedding pictures in OK! months after dropping her second sprog. I suppose spreading herself comes as second nature to Jordan now...

Well, I had a pretty good weekend, thanks for asking. I went to Cambridge for a spot of lunch and a walk-about and as soon as I walked into the city centre, was confronted by the sight of a bunch of youths being bundled into a large police van. I didn’t know that sort of thing went on in Cambridge. It was very odd seeing them cornered outside Thomas Cook and discreetly being shoved out of sight by half a dozen coppers dressed in fluorescent yellow jackets. Nice!

Updates wise, I should really do something about unearthing an interview I did with Phantom Planet about a year ago, seeing as they are going to release their OC-theme single ‘California’ next week but that might prove to be a tad tricky now that I’ve got my mitts on Trap Door on DVD and plan to watch the entire contents of it. Hurrah! Does anyone in the UK who’s been around longer than 15 years remember this cult-classic? The DVD is packed with every episode ever made – Mojo is going to be SO jealous of me, aren’t you, hun? That’s what you get if you choose to run off to Bruges for the weekend.

Forgive me for an uninspired editorial this week. I can only hope this week's picture mildly amuses you.