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My legs are actually still a bit sore at the moment, but I guess that’s something you have to get used to, when you push the body to the outer limits of extremity and beyond.

Today Lily Allen’s dad Keith came in wanting to kill me. Apparently Allen junior got upset because I only gave her 4 out of 10 in ‘rate the guest’ last week. As a result, I’m not ‘soup de jour’ in the Allen household and daddy Keith said that the lovely Lily now thinks I’m a c***, which is nice.

In other news, hip hop Hoop Dogg today tried to teach me how to blog on from home and load my thoughts on to the internet manually by myself. His explanation though, left me slightly confused, and I’m not sure that this will ever work for me. I therefore feel that’s its probably best that I just email it and get him to do all his nerdy magic, leaving me free to be concentrate on other things and cook my tea.

By way of a follow up to some of the alleged possible allegations I was making last time about a conspiracy involving doctors and pharmaceuticalists keeping us all ill on purpose in order to sell us more of their over priced remedies, I now believe that this isn’t the case, and blame my outspoken thoughts on my condition. Our executive producer Rhys thought such inflammatory allegations could possibly result in costly and potential damaging legal action, so for the record I take it all back, and never really meant it anyway.

Well, that’s just about it from me. Tomorrow we’ve got another top class showbiz guest, so why not tune in from seven to see if they think I’m a c***!

Until next time

Bye Bye

Dave.