Well it has been a lovely bank holiday weekend, the sun has been shining, Notting Hill has been partying, Australian crickiters have been cursing and the pub across the road from me has been blaring out "Hard House" until 4.00am each night.
Basically no-one has had an excuse not to be either pickeling their innards with rum at a friend's barbecue, basting themselves in factor 45 on Brighton beach or swearing in a bunker on a golf course.
The reason I mention this is because having just tuned in to update this site, I noticed that almost 1,400 people looked at it over the last couple of days. So it seems that either Britain has recently become a nation of Porphyria sufferers, or other sun allergy type illnesses (apologies to anyone who is) or else perhaps this site has received some unknown publicity in Latvia.
Anyway, aside from meeting John Francome next Saturday at Newmarket, where I will be surround by more hoses than I'd find in France's biggest butcher's shop, I will also be meeting Lord Archer this week, after a recent email from his friendly PA, Alison, kindly mentioned that he would be more than happy to indulge my request of audience with him.
I must say, these first few 'meetees' have not only been extremely generous with their time, they have also been rather brave. The Davy Crockett-like pioneers of my challenge. They benefit in no way by meeting me, no publicity, no picture in Hello, yet they are making me so happy since they continue to disprove Michael and his cynical faith in mankind. So again I doff my NY Yankees baseball cap to another altruistic individual from my list.
Actually on the subject of golf courses, it's a shame I wasn't invited to Celtic Manner this weekend where Britsh Celebrities took on their US counterparts in a "Two Day Golfing Extravaganza". Aside from being able to watch this 'Sean Ryder-Cup', I would have been able to tick Ant, Dec, Chris Evans, Ian Wright, Robbie Williams, Jodie Kidd and Colin Montgomerie of my list.
Instead I attended a Greek Orthodox church where I bumped into Michael whilst he was cramming a plate of lamb into his face, at the christening oh his sister's daughter. He was unhappy with me because a mutual friend of ours who recently glanced at this website told him that I had been liberally sprinkling it with insults about him. I hadn't been worried about Michael ever reading them, since he's too lazy to read. However, I have vowed to make no more perjorative comments about him. After all he too is only human. If you prick him will he not burst?