Correctly guessed commenters on yesterday’s blog. I was a bit drunk. I stand by everything I said. Though, I am slightly more ashamed of the phone call I made to Russell Brand afterwards informing him that I had slept with his grandmother. That was unnecessary. For that I apologise.

I am currently in the beautiful town [...]

So Russell’s walked, and who the fuck can blame him?

And (to take the words of any Blarite MP) let’s just make this absolutely clear: no one was more pissed off with him and portly try hard Jonathan Ross upon hearing about their lame duck of a prank call to Andrew Sachs than I was. It [...]

oh well …

“I think we’re in real trouble. I can see them rioting in the streets. They’ll ransack this place for a start.” Basil Fawlty gestured at the room we were sitting in, an empty office space slap bang in the middle of the square mile.

“Yes dear,” Sybil, his wife, replied scarcely looking up from her book.

“I [...]