What a swanky bash I attended the other day with Shriggers (Julian from Propaganda) - the Frost French show it was, part of London Fashion week - I mean... what do I know about fashion playmates? Well, apart from the fact that fashion is such a bucket of avoidable poncy crap that you have to change it every year!

Anyway, there was a lorra free cocktails to guzzle, not to mention all those tasty birds and that so I accepted the jolly old invite.

Having a dislike of movies and Hollywood and all that I didn't have a clue who anyone was but when this nice chap called Sean Pertwee told me who his dad was (Dr Who, W Gummidge, esq) we had a good old chinwag about the eccentric old boy. I mean, what an amazing talent to create 2 such unforgettable characters, eh? Definately the No 1 Dr Who, doncha think?

After a few more martinis (I think they were...) I was networking like a goodun I can tell you and found myself talking footie with Peter Jackson, manager of Huddersfield town. He told us some great stories about Gazza, with whom he was in the Newcastle team with in his playing days. In fact, in that famous photo of Vinnie Jones squeezing Gazzas knackers the other Newcastle players thigh is Peters. I dunno, the bollocks you talk when you've had a few, eh....

The show was actually quite good, especially if you like scantily clad models prancing about in virtually nothing and all that but it has to be said that some of 'em looked like they could do with a few good meals. I'll knock 'em up a Bombay Bad Boy anytime they like.... fantastic nosh - definately the king of Pot Noodles! You have to use ALL the hot sauce though, try one... I reccommend them highly playmates!

So anyway, Sadie Frost said she might be able to run me up one of her fabulously sexy creations in my dainty little size for a forthcoming Damned appearance so thats something to look forward to, eh! So, a good time was had by all (belch!)....

Any more invites, freebies, piss ups - get the tickets over ASAP - I'm ya man. Fart!