Clare told me off the other day for not blogging enough. She’s right, of course - there aren’t nearly enough copies of my face on this page compared to the old days.

Thing is, it turns out quite a few people read Vox now. You’d be surprised if I told you. Some even add it to their RSS readers - whatever they are - and far too many accost me at parties, wink and ask me how Gnarls Barkley is.

A few points - first it’s ‘how Gnarls Barkley are’, you morons and second, I have no idea. Dead I hope. And third, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.

Now, I know you think I’m over-egging this whole Barkley thing, but trust me, I’m really not. Aside from the party people, and the emails from GB fans, an ex-flame wrote on her blog the other day that she had been to a festival recently and decided to force herself to go and watch Barkley because she’d read on Vox that I hated them. The relationship ended well, you’ll gather.

So yes, blogging is easier and much more fun writing rubbish when you think noone’s reading it.

And, yes, hello everyone. Now leave me alone.

Thanks.