Calm down, I’m back!  Hope Matthew’s cross-dressing habit didn’t frighten you. My, what a week it has been. Have you missed me? I’ve got loads to tell you then! So, let’s start at the top…

Ryan popped down to London last week, all the way from sunny Doncaster, and to his surprise,  had to share the same train carriage as Peter Stringfellow. Unfortunately Ryan wasn’t quick enough to follow orders from this editor to blag an entry into the silver-haired mullet man’s nightclub – purely for research purposes. I can’t believe I was actually encouraging him to accost Peter Stringfellow – what was I thinking?! Bang goes your feature about the etiquette of lapdancing clubs, Ryan…

You know, if you pay a visit to the big smoke, I guarantee you’ll spot at least one (remotely) famous person. Not one of my visitors have left without seeing someone famous…and you can read about which ones right here.

Well, I can’t quite compete with Ryan with sitting in the same carriage as someone famous though last night I did share a carriage with someone who’d had been on the telly – one of the Pop Idol series to be exact. I think his name is Tariq and I’m sure he did a Tom Jones number in a leather jacket. He was like Darius, only worse.  I thought he was following me when he got off at the same stop and went up the same escalator but fortunately I lost him at the entrance to the Piccadilly line. Poor sod looked really miserable too and sadly for me, I couldn’t sneak a photo of him just to prove to you about my exciting sighting!

Actually, do you know what? I met a famous actor’s mum last week. In fact, I’ve met the man himself a few years ago. Fancied him rotten as Renton in Trainspotting even though he played the role of a heroin addict. Have you guessed who I am talking about? Probably not. Well, Ewan Mcgregor’s mummy was in town to open a photographic exhibition at the Spitz Gallery in East London highlighting the charitable work done by Sightsavers International and in which she actively witnessed on a trip she had made to Bangladesh two years ago.  Really good stuff too and not one person asked about her son’s habit of getting his kit off gratuitously.

So, last night I went to my first gig in – oooh – about four months – with Keisha White playing at the Islington Academy in North London and it was the first gig that I didn’t hang around for the headlining act. Why? By support act number three, I had got bored so off I went to Burger King and then the mighty trek home, which took about an hour and half thanks to the trains. How was I supposed to know it was going to skip stopping at one crucial station on the weekend?! So thanks Keisha for picking a time slot on a school night and for contributing to my expanding waist-line. I wish you the very best for your career which I hope flourishes so much that you can barely pause to take a breath. And Emmy (support act number two), I really do hope you go far. Thanks for your demo CD.

Any way, I hope to have better luck on the 28^th when Kasabian roll into town at Ally Pally, although I hear their guitarist got knocked on the head with a bottle at a gig last week. Wonderful!

Updates wise, we’ve got a fair amount for you to get stuck into including an exclusive interview with Kaiser Chiefs, thanks to Tim and hey, I’ve even started writing again!

Before I sign off, I would like to welcome back Michael with open arms. You’ve been away for far too long, Mr Hulme and ooh, don’t you look moody in your new photo? Still, it’s a very good thing you wrote this. More, more, more!