Poor old "Whittering" Huston has whittered off this mortal coil I am distressed to discover today. The BBC have just reported that her body has been removed from the Beverley Hills hotel where she died to the morgue. That's probably best, if she should have stayed, she would only be in the way. How prophetic does that now look? Pooh count: three, one of which will be polished with due reverence and placed on a little polished mahogany plinth and posted off first thing in the morning. I, for one, will always love her. Unless that single now gets back in the charts, in which case I may suffer a sudden change of heart. Heaven must be a pretty crowded place I reckon, with all the pets that have bitten the dust round here, Steve Jobs, Jimmy Saville and now Whittering littering the place up. They'll be hanging up the "full" sign before long. Don't worry Richard Branston though, you're booked in elsewhere.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.