Well, it’s been quite a day.

Not only did The Holy Moly! Rules of Modern Life get ‘bigged-up’ on both Kiss FM and the Radio 1 Breakfast Show, but, like Avian flu, it soon spread to humans, getting a full – count it – page in today’s Mirror.

Also, Mr. Holy Moly! has a packed week of radio interviews and features this week so good luck trying to avoid him. As if you’d want to. Next up, Capital FM breakfast tomorrow morning with Johnny Vaughn. Cor blimey.

And so to The Dan Brown Amnesty. It’s going like a rocket. Soon we won’t be able to move for the brown jacketed bastards. The first taker was ‘Julia’ who popped in with her (it has to be said) well-thumbed copy at the end of last week. Apparently the book belonged to her boyfriend who was too embarrassed to bring it in himself.

Yeah, right Julia. Whatever.

And finally, Harry ‘Have I Got News For You, They Think It’s All Over and The 11 O’Clock Show’ Thompson is dead. Already lots of unbearable people who once were employed by him will be busy writing about how great or terrible he was ‘when I worked with him’. Me, me, fucking me. Yuck. I don’t know whether he was nice or not, I never met him, and now I never will. But you know – it’s never dignified to speak ill of the dead, particularly when the dead gave you your first break in television.

Thompson, incidentally, said of his illness…

‘Having cancer is like a big hard bastard has invited me outside the pub, and when I get there he’s brought two of his mates’
Brilliant.