Off for lunch with that marvellous old lush Nigel Havers. You can expect an incoherent Tweet from me some time around midnight, from a skip somewhere in Mayfair.
For Lent I am giving up socialising. As God is my witness I will not go to a party, pub, nightclub, theatre, wine bar, restaurant or sauna during this solemn liturgical period. It's not going to be easy but I think I can pull it off.
So sad to hear that Steve Wright has gone. I always looked forward to being on his show. He was genuine, sincere, witty, spontaneous and irreverent. He will be missed.
The sight of that poor puppy being delivered to 10 Downing Street to live a Hellish life with Boris and Carrie has tipped me over the edge. I'm going in to rescue him.
#JackRussell
We are appalled to hear that two men have been stabbed in an apparent homophobic attack outside a LGBTQ+ venue in Clapham.
It is unacceptable for LGBTQ+ people to live in fear. We call on the UK Govt to set out its plan to deal with rising hate crime.
Len Goodman had the gift of combining kindness with honesty. When I was in the final of
#Strictly
he said 'We've got two thoroughbreds and a Shetland pony.'
RIPLen
Ten years ago I found myself in one of those shops for out-doorsy types, in Harrogate (don’t ask) where I purchased these. I knew they’d come in handy one day. I can now mince fearlessly across ice and snow. A boon for the ageing homosexual. Thank you Harrogate.
This vase was hand painted by Julie Patterson who gave it to me in 1992 in either New Zealand or Australia. If anyone knows Julie please let her know it is much loved and still in constant use!
Yes, I was hacked: an unpleasant, sordid business and sorry if it gave anyone a fright. But I’m back in charge now and here to prove it is a photo of a suitably traumatised Albert, who isn’t for sale. JC
Dear Nicholas Parsons RIP. So clever, funny and generous. I thought he, and the twinkle in his eyes, would go on forever. What a remarkable life and career.
People say ‘You never know what you’re getting with a rescue dog.’ But that’s true of lots of things, like marriage or biting into a Gregg’s baguette, for example.
Former BBC Breakfast presenter Bill Turnbull has died. He was 66.
He was loved by our viewers. He was loved by his colleagues.
Bill will always be remembered for his warmth, humour and being a brilliant journalist.
I'd rather people didn't keep their bleach on the bathroom windowsill. When I walk past I can see it through the frosted glass and it is most upsetting.
RIP Bill Kenwright. I'm forever grateful to him for giving me the chance to play the Emcee in Cabaret at the Lyric Theatre, Shaftesbury Avenue in 2007. After the first night he said to me 'You're so brave...so brave!'
I double masked for my trip to the supermarket. I imagine this is what autoerotic asphyxiation feels like. I came home with more root vegetables than is seemly.
What to wear for the P.M's address to the Nation at 8pm? I'm thinking black Lycra, perhaps enhanced with one of those sly, symbolic brooches the Queen favours...a diamanté sloth perhaps, or just a simple arsehole made out of genuine arse?
Goodness but this lockdown is dragging. I swear I was a young buck when it started. Now I can feel old age creeping up on me like a catholic priest in a public lavatory.