When will I be famous?

Yep, my 1988 obsession was Bros. I had shoes a bit like these although without steel toe-caps, and whilst I'm reluctant to admit to being a Brosette, I have vague recollections of a white jacket and red bandana (except I never wore the bandana, I kept it in my violin case to show my commitment to the band during school orchestra rehearsals).

Hmm, enough already. But Bros did pose the question "When Will I be Famous?" so let's move on to dodgy claims to fame. They say that everyone has their 15 minutes of fame, and I've used up a few of these minutes being in the audience of Top of the Pops and some other TV shows. I have also had a couple of celebrity patients and relatives of celebs, but confidentiality prevents me from mentioning them here so I'm more interested in the really tenuous claims to fame. Like "my friend's sister's friend is Marilyn Monroe's niece", or "I've worked with the drummer from Razorlight's dad", or "my gay friend has snogged the annoying blond bloke (H) from Steps". All true, I hasten to add. I would love to hear if any of you have anything even more crap to admit to!

I've got some friends coming over for dinner and have made a lovely cake from the Green and Blacks chocolate cookbook, it's basically chocolate, butter, sugar and eggs and it smells divine. I think it's the sort of cake that you can only have a tiny bit of though as it looks pretty rich. It's a miserable day again, rainy and overcast and this afternoon whilst I was making the cake I put some relaxing choral music on, which unfortunately combined with the smell of baking and poor light made the atmosphere rather Christmassy. So I had to turn it off as I'm not allowed to mention it for another 5 or so weeks. Tomorrow's musical influence is going to be the sixth-form years...