It was another great Fat Tuesday last night with all the acts doing a lovely lovely job and a crowd that were very much up for a good show. Its so nice when you get that ideal combination of things. I get the same feeling of satisfaction when I combine a banana with a peanut butter sandwich or if I were to combine the Loose Women with a wood chipper. There was an interesting range of jobs in the crowd last night too. For a start the man dead centre in the front row was a journalist for Zoo magazine. It was interesting how much of a boo that got. Both from women and men who thought they should probably boo incase the women turned. As soon as we asked what department he worked in and he replied films and games, suddenly all the men were jealous again. Fickle fickle creatures us men. Anyhow no matter how much I might not appreciated Zoo or Nuts, I think its pretty unfair when women boo it. My girlfriend occasionally reads Heat, Now, Shite or one of those other ones and they are filled with just as many women in bikinis and retarded articles about ‘My husband raped a ghost’ or some other crap. Personally we just scrap all these papers and start handing out Proust at newsstands until the world becomes a base of knowledge. Or very bored people.