Let me begin by saying that Children With Leukaemia is an excellent charity. I ran for them in last year’s London Marathon and found their organisation to be entirely without equal. However, what the fsck do they think they are doing sending me this (me with my weak heart and all)?

There is a Hell

An evening with Jeremy Beadle and Su Pollard? Gouge out my eyes. No wait … who’s this? Isn’t it mystifyingly self-satisified Dave Lee Travis? And Dot Cotton from Eastenders? If only Booby Davro were here .. no no wait there he is next to Chris fucking Tarrant. Surely if you wanted anyone to turn up for your celebrity bash you’d keep these teatime celebrities’ identity a carefully guarded secret.

Otherwise you’d get killed in the rush. Imagine Paul “wherever I hang my hat – that’s a hook” Young crooning sweetly to Birds of a Fevver’s Linda Robson to the the accompaniement of the smooth jazz stylings of Messrs Kenny Lynch and Rick Wakeman. Kill me now.

Average Rating: 4.5 out of 5 based on 170 user reviews.

London is very very grey at the moment. Oh and it’s bastard cold as well. I walked from Victoria Station to Pimlico last night for a guinness or two with friends and snapped phots as I went. By the time I got to Clarendon Road I was worried that knocking on the doors would simply cause my fingers to splinter onto the pavement.

Average Rating: 4.8 out of 5 based on 217 user reviews.

I am lucky boy to have lived so long without having my heart break. I had always wondered, idly, what it would feel like. I was sat on the sofa with P when yet another baby programme came on the television. As she sank into upset I put my arm around her. “Don’t worry” I told her, “we’ve still got plenty of time. You’re not to old yet.”

She looked up at me and said “I don’t believe that any more”. Then my heart broke.

Average Rating: 4.6 out of 5 based on 210 user reviews.