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Tuesday 19th August 2008

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Well! I don't know about you but I'm lovin' the Limpics! Can you believe how well we're doing? I mean proper BELIEVE it?
It's another kick in the teeth for our uber shit football team.I was thinking about this the other day - if I ever get asked to do the Guardian Questionnaire - if you don't read it there's a bit at the front of the G2 magazine where every week someone gets asked the same set of questions and I have decided when I get to the "Who or what has been the greatest disappointment of your life?"

Monday 18th August 2008

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Mizzzer-arrrble. That's what this summer is. Utterly Mizzastrophic. Every day I have woken up, opened the curtains, turned to Poppy, that most excellent beagle and said "It's shit. Again."
Correct me if I'm wrong but my memory of summers back in the day was that August was an absolute shoe in for quality guaranteed. Now, in the land of carbon footprints and gaseous emissions, its all floods here and old ladies in dinghies going shopping there. What the frick?

Sunday 17th August 2008

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

If you can and you're so inclined then I think you should probably get yourself a ticket for the Psycho Buildings exhibition at the Hayward Gallery. It's on until the 27th August so you know, get your skates on.
No, thanks for asking, it's not an exhibition about the Bates Motel. Don't be stupid. It's an exhibition of artists' interpretations of buildings. And they're all loopy crackalackdingdong mad. But in a good way. Like the "building" that's called Pepper Tits. Yeah. Bet that's made you want to go.

Saturday 16th August 2008

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

I'm going to come clean from the off. I did not manage to get into the back of shot on Lark Rise to Candleford. I can only apologise but it was Christmas time in Larks-ville and I was dressed for summer and what with it inconveniently being set in 1856 and me being in my skinny jeans I suppose I have to concede that I WOULD have stood out like a sore thumb so let's speak ne'er more aboooot it.
Mind you, I think the producers have missed a trick. I could have been a visitor from the future.

Thursday 14th August 2008

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

I'm going down to Bath later today to make a state visit to the set of Lark Rise to Candleford where I shall be showering a considerable amount of loveage all over the Blakely. I said Blakely.
Who dares me to dress up like a peasant and try to get in the back of shot?
I could be chopping wood. Or birthing a pig. Or ploughing a stream. Or fashioning a small cottage from hay twigs. Or I could just be plain old standing aroooond with my hands on my hips and swaying in a bucolic revereeeeeeeeeeeeee. What you think?

Wednesday 13th August 2008

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

If there's one thing that makes me livid, it's a shit sausage.
I was having lunch at the Spaniard's Inn, an ancient hostelry tucked on a precarious corner in Hampstead. In former times, (ie before today) it was one of the very few pubs that I would actually recommend to people. But not anymore. They have committed THE most heinous of British crimes. They have served a shit sausage.
"Lincolnshire sausages with mash, caramelized onions and gravy" I read out and nodded my head in an affirmative fashion.

Tuesday 12th August 2008

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

If you were sitting on a bus yesterday afternoon travelling down Vauxhall Bridge Road and saw a woman trying to put up a tent for no apparent reason - don't worry - only me!
I was off out and doing a spot of filming today for Monsieur Le Publisher. I have a sneaky suspish that you'll be able to see it (eventually - you know after the film has been sent to Le Laboratoire Garnier and made shiny and healthy looking) on YouTube. You might not. So don't come bleating with your whines and your whimpers if you can't.