Apology accepted, Jason
I met Jason Donovon again, signing his new book at Asda House. I came up with my camera and he said: "I know you!", wagging a finger. I said: "Well I won't tell you where from ..."
"I know where from!" he said, chuckling "I read your newspaper column"
He was really rude and grumpy the last time I saw him at the Party in the Park at Leeds on a cold, wet summer day, paddling round in the mud. I told Examiner readers all about this in a column that featured a picture of him looking thoroughly bemused as he tried to smile convincingly for the camera.
Then I emailed a copy to him with my best wishes. "I am soooo sorry," he said as he scribbled his name in the front of his book for Asda staff. "I was in a really bad mood that day, everything went wrong!" Not only had he waited around for hours to perform - I didn't ask why on earth he'd turned up so early - but then when it was his turn onstage, the sound system wouldn't work properly.
Never mind, I forgive him. But I think he should go a bit steadier on the Botox. He was looking, how shall I say it? Airbrushed.
He's upset Kylie, apparenltly, with some of the stuff he's said in his book - which is ironic considering he hates being
asked about his famous former love and Neighbours co-star.
I remember one press conference he did when he performed at Gay Pride in Gran Canaria at which a press officer hurtled around beforehand, insisting: "No-one should ask him anything about Kylie!" So how come he's so keen to spill the beans now?
I've seen Kylie a couple of times at things like Pride in London, and she's every bit as dainty and delightful in real life as you'd expect her to be.
And I'm a huge, huge fan of her sister. I like to think of myself as a talent spotter, and Dannii Minogue is on fire! Her profile
on X-Factor has really kickstarted her career - I think she's gonna be massive. She looks amazing and her singing is stunning.
I continue to be glued to X-Factor but it's clear it's not a foregone conclusion any more that the winners will get a great career on the back of it. Having said that, Ray Quinn seems to be doing ok. I took my mum to see him as a surprise - we went backstage at St George's Hall.
She particularly likes his Elvis routine and so did a lot of other, older ladies - the place was packed out with mums and grannies. The press have been slating him and Louis Walsh reckons he's a "one trick pony' who can only do swing. Well, what's wrong with "only doing" swing? Good luck to him!
Me, the unlikely rugby fan
I still don't know quite how I became a dedicated follower of the Leeds Rhinos but somehow, over the course of a season, it happened ...
It all started when I was asked to photograph the lads on and off the pitch with a view to putting together a glossy coffee table book.
I stuck with them all season and my sports photography got better and better as I badgered fellow photographers on the touchlines to share their secrets of apertures and shutter speeds.
The players became good friends as I got to know them, and this whole new world opened up in front of me.
The result was that I cancelled a trip to Brazil just so I could catch the Engage Cup final against St Helens at Old Trafford, which of course the mighty Rhinos won, making them Superleague Champions.
It was clear I was a proper devotee when I realised I'd rather scrap a week of sun and sea in South America for the sake of a sports game. I hated sport at school, I always used to try to get notes off PE from my mum, and that sort of set the tone for the rest of my life. But once you learn a bit about rugby, you seem to get drawn in.
Where football's aggressive and intense, rugby seems friendlier and more sportsmanlike. The games are fast-paced and exciting, the fans are colourful and full of enthusiasm. How could you not fall in love with a sport like that?
Now I'm searching for a publisher so I can put it all in to a book - I want proceeds to go to the Rugby Football Foundation which promotes and funds rugby in schools. I have a couple of irons in the fire, so watch this space.
Sophistication ... and Carol Vorderman
Alan Carr, the comedian, told me a funny story about when he was in Miami with his Friday Night Project co-star Justin Lee Collins. They were apparently relaxing by their pool at a very trendy hotel when someone spotted them and "papped" them.
The pictures ended up in the hands of the British press and Alan got a phonecall from a journalist. He was really chuffed.
"Ooh, do we look glamorous?!" he asked. "Well," said the reporter, "Justin's sort of slumped forward and you're lying there
doing wordsearches in a Puzzler magazine with Carol Vorderman on the front."
"But I want to look cool and sophisticated with my mojito," protested Alan. "Is there at least the posh hotel in the shot?" "No,"
came the answer, "Just the Puzzler, and Justin."
Apology accepted, Jason