Amelie had a visit yesterday evening from one of Lisa's oldest longest-standing friends. I haven't seen her since September 11th 2004, when she used to call herself Mrs Bruno. She's dropped that name now. Possibly because she's no longer married. Anyway, it's a good job Lisa answered the door because frankly I would have refused to let her in. It's not just that she's changed, it's that I'd forgotten what she looks like.

Anyhoo, I may not have seen her for more than four years, but her first words to me were "How's your cold?". If only everyone was that dedicated to my blog. I'd never have to meet anyone in person.

The last time we met, we talked about Knott's Landing, the career of Sinitta, and the size of Daniella Westbrook's breasts, but this time we decided to discuss more trivial matters. Unfortunately I don't have time to spill the beans, as I'm off to the Hilton Metropole to pose as an alcoholic for the afternoon. Yes indeed, it's that time of the year again: the 6th annual Brighton AA Convention.

I went to last year's event, and no one rumbled the fact that I've never been that interested in booze, so I'm going back to hang out with AA members again this year. If nothing else, they might be able to fix my car.