Video WOW of the week!

I'm always up for trashy TV, but this is actually ridiculous! You thought Paris Hilton's search for a British bestfriend was stupid?...check this one out! BROMANCE for MTV.

"Bromance means Romance but with bros" - sound's all a bit gay to me.

Starbucks Review No.6 : 34 Great Malborough St, W1

It was Good Monday/ Easter Monday, what ever you want to call it and I had the great idea that I was going to go for a wander round London, chill out and take in the sights. I had been in Worthing which is a lovely little town by the coast (just along from Brighton) for a few days, and although I had a lovely time I was also craving the hustle and bustle of the city. The tube was not working (surprise surprise) and so I had to get the bus, I didn't mind, I winded through the roads, Swiss Cottage, Maida Vale, Marble Arch, not a care in the world...then....I got to Oxford Street...It was rammed, and not in a good way, this was "annoying-people-in-my-way" rammed.

That reminds me, I am thinking of pushing my idea of a "tourist free day" for London. We can go out and enjoy our city with fellow Londoners, we can walk at 500 miles an hour down the street, because that's what we do...we can ignore each other on the tube because that suits us.

I needed to calm down, I needed something that made me feel at ease, Starbucks near House of Fraser, perfect! I was in the queue sandwiched between a really irritating couple who took forever to choose something to eat (they opted for the Belgian Chocolate Brownie - yuck!) and this other posh woman talking about how many times her husband has been to the gym and how they're having renovations blah blah. Got to the till point the card machine isn't working? Can I pay by cash? NO I can't, I span round searching for the next shop...Carnaby Street.

I went in, queued and this time the same problem the card machine wasn't working, I faked surprise, the "barista" asked me if I could possibly go and get some cash out, "I only have my card with me I'm afraid" I lied...I gave her my best puppy dog eyes and result! she gave me my drink with the proviso that I would pay next time (!!?) hmmm, still un-decided whether I will own up or not.

So yeah, this Starbucks has gone WAY up in my expectations, normally those busy branches are skanky and full of tourists but I saw it in a new light. The place was clean, the staff speedy but friendly, My Venti Coffee based Iced Mocha Frappuccino was delicious and I've seen the cheeky girls having an interview outside before; talk about ticking all the boxes...This is one cool Starbucks!

8 mochas out of 10 - matching the score of West End Lane.

3 gays, 1 lunch, too many emails.

Paul : What’s the plan for tomorrow night?

Martin : Rich and I are meeting for lunch, so will discuss and get back to u, Kindest Gayest Regards

Paul : You’re meeting for lunch? I knew it!

Rich: Ha! It's because we are both working at Chancery lane. Come and see us as well if you want

Paul : No it’s OK…I’m meeting Zac Efron for a late lunch, he’s working just round the corner - thanks anyway.

Martin : Wow, he’s hot. Send my love

Rich : Sorry Paul - I think Zac must have double booked! He's meeting me, Martin and Francois at 12.30 in Pret.

Martin : Oh, François confirmed?

Rich : Yes, he said he was free to come along. But he did give a warning that he might only be wearing a jock strap as he's coming right from a shoot.I said that wouldn't be a problem.

Paul : Well that’s an item more than Zac is wearing…we have strict no clothes Wednesdays – its been pretty successful to date.

It's definitely the heating!

I can confirm that it is definitely the heating, and my subsequent overheating that is messing with my sleep pattern! I have just woken up at 3.30 am and once again can't get back to sleep.

I have also just had another weird dream! Now with risk of this turning in to some hippy stylee "dream diary" I am going to tell you the tale...I will try not to make a habit of it, believe me I would rather be asleep right now.

Let me the set the scene, Justin Timberlake and I are sat by a river in England, when I say a river I think it was actually a canal made of wood (it was some sort of body of water), we are waiting for Jessica Alba to get ready as they are about to go on a music video shoot together, JT and I (yes I'm allowed to call him that) are having a right laugh, we're BBF's don't you know!? I ask him if he wants to be Blackberry Messenger Buddies with me...he declines, bastard! The next minute we are in this hotel room still waiting for Jessica Alba looking for cereal, I don't think we ever found any because the next minute...

I'm sat in the family home, well not exactly it was some run down council house and I had a black Mum (neither of which are even close) I had loads of people from school round for some sort of party, some of the bullies were sat there...they started on me and so I ran in to the garden and then jumped the fence which I broke, I got over it quickly because I was quickly back in the house...

My Mum (now white but still not my actual Mum) comes over with a a letter from the council. She doesn't understand it...I can't blame her, none of the sentences make sense. It's something to do with changes in our "housing arrangement", at the end of the letter we have to mark the writer on their competency of language, some sort of outreach programme for those in the slammer. We gave him a D....it was crap!

Another ridiculous dream! Now excuse me whilst I open my window, turn off the heating and try and get back to sleep...work tomorrow! That reminds me, what makes this worst is that my first thought when I stirred was "Wahoo - it's Saturday, what shall I do today?"...it isn't, it's Thursday and my Day is pretty much planned out for me.

Night! (again).