I like to read about people’s drug addictions, especially a rock star drug addiction; they are definitely the best kind. No one does it better, do they? Apart from, say, TVs Richard Bacon, or Iceland’s own Kerry Katona, or even, Peaches Geldof in her heyday. I tend to find the addict morphes into a more interesting figure, especially when they are pretty boring in the first place - and when it comes to being boring, no-one does it better than this ex-pop star, especially when the person in question wants to re-launch their doomed career *cough* marrying Chantelle *cough* bad songs *cough* walking off  Never Mind the Buzzcocks *cough* can't take a joke.

Ordinary Boy (by name, and most certainly nature) Preston revealed in this interview with the Sun that his addiction to erm, prescription drugs, (must be some hardcore uppers or downers, not the pill or thyroxin tablets surely?), made him wake up with unexplainable blood stains all over his body. If, like me, you read that recklessly, then read again and see that the word “blood” is in there. He didn’t just wake up in unexplainable stains - now that would be much more newsworthy and significant, and I would probably think of buying his record if he did wake up in unexplainable stains. Boys will be boys after all!

Woo-hoo- Blur have announced they are set to play a gig at Hyde Park (life) next year!

For some,listening to Blur might take you back to the days of uni(versal), the days of coffee and TV, or like me, back to the tender days of school, caught between the popscene and indie scene and thinking there was no other way. Looking back at our best days, when all us boys and girls at lunch time, eating caramel and having no distance left to run as the playground was so small and not big enough for a good game of British Bulldog. We were crazy sixth formers... and Dan Abnormal was always best at that game, bless him. Ahhh, those were the days when I had no idea what a rock&roll stereotype Alex James (now a cheese fanatic and Independent columnist)actually was. Twas only until recently when I engaged in his insightful autobiography.

So yes, Christmas is just around the proverbial corner and no bugger seems to be interested in who will grab the number one entry. This may be due to a) the downloading culture rinsing all the fun out of the race to the topspot, or b) the X-Factor. And before you start thinking, 'ahh yes, good point, very black and white, but good, Cat', let's forget that argument and look at a far more interesting list:

 Number 1.

Arggggggggggggggggghh. This is possibly the worst musical advert I have seen since the Halifax Howard 'Extra, extra, we give you extra' times. I am full of rage, so much so that I actually hate speaking about it. I feel if I have been subjected to such torment then you are to be as well. Yes, it's like that, you're coming down with me. Though my friend, watch with caution and at your own peril. Ladies and gentlemen,two loose women and a Donavan...

 After reading this delightful news, I said to my friend, ‘They’re bringing back TOTP back for Christmas, woo!’ to which she remarked, ‘When did they even take it away?’ Firstly, I had to control my anger; I slid off the table where I was engaging in a celebratory dance, back into my chair, and kindly decided to leave the AK47 under my desk. Then, coolly I looked up, stared her out, whilst giving her the up middle finger, and started off, what I thought sounded like a Shakespearean soliloquy, but actually sounded more like a juvenile rant, where I repeatedly suggesting how stupid she was for not knowing this factoid of life.