So yes, I was in the Metro again today. Apologies to any tube travellers who are sick of the sight of me. Then again, being confronted with a glut of information about what I'm doing, may still be preferable to someone than staring at the floor of a Central Line carriage.
Or maybe not.
I must say that I do feel a little sorry for Bel, the lady who wrote the piece, as she was one of the few to take quite an interest in this before it all went haywire. In fact that interview was conducted almost a month ago and I thank her for her loyalty and regret that she has been quite severely gazummped, if you will, over the last few days by many others.
Having read the piece, and beautifully crafted it was, I would just like to point out that Michael and I are more commonly known by our first names. That is unless we're asked to take to the park by Sven in Germany this summer, in which case "Segal squares it to Kritharis" will suffice.
Richard, who produces the Edith & Colin Show on Radio 1, welcomed me to one of the station's studios this afternoon where I was to greet Edith at the end of the broadcast at 4.00pm
Once she'd finished a telephone interview of her own, she left her desk and came over to meet me.
What I soon found out was that Edith was an absolute gem of a lady, friendly, down to earth and happy to natter away with me. She praised my efforts before we got on with the photo, a regular handshake, taken by Richard.
However, I always ask for 2 photos, the second being a 'safety photo' in case the first is blurred and in this case It was a quick hug. I think it's a much nicer snapshot so I'm using it (and before you ask, I promise, I kept my hands to myself).
Following that, another absolutely amazing gift for the auction was handed over. I am now in possession of one of those metal records inside a glass frame. This one is "to recognise sales in the UK in excess of 100,000 copies of the album The Magic Numbers". It has Edith's autograph on it and I've got a feeling it will raise a pretty penny for the RNIB.
I'm not familiar with that album to be honest, but I'm going to resist the temptation to smash the frame and listen to it, largely because I don't fancy hoovering glass up for ages and more importantly, because I don't own a stereo.
While I'm on the subject of the auctionable gifts, the fabulous Suzi, who facilitated my meeting with Jonathan Ross recently, has posted me a delightful little collection of sundry objects.
They include a calendar of scantily clad men with Jonathan's face superimposed over each one (I believe this might have featured on his show), a tie that can best be described as 'interesting', but then again Jonathan's dress sense is quite well documented already (and anyway I'm a fine one to talk), and a t-shirt containing what I believe to be a photograph of Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen's face, together with a number of signatures that I can't quite decipher.
I'll let you know.