Sunday August 12th: Having finally dared to believe that summer has arrived (for a week, at least) I write to you this evening high on barbecue (Happy Birthday, Natalie).
Diet Blair has today realised that he must say something to the press in order to stop himself getting mauled by Gordon in the ratings like a bear hunter who only managed to graze his prey with one shot, before Gentle Ben not so gently turns and takes his bad day out on him. Just say anything, Dave! Red tape and regulations? That will do. Put it out there - it's been so long since he'd been in the papers for anything other than not being in the country that I imagine he's quite grateful for the coverage.
The Sunday Telegraph picked that one up. He's backing John Redwood's proposal to save British businesses £14 billion a year. Under this new plans there would be "more places for the elderly in care-homes", the de-regulation of mortgage provision and proposed that companies should have "more freedom to make employees redundant". . Now, I've been made redundant before. It sucks. There is no greater power that a company can have above saying "We're not paying you anymore. Now piss off", is there? Maybe they'll award them the power to come round to your house afterwards, during dinner and tell your family that you're a bum.
It's a slick little jab as well, because he knows numbers are Gordon's thing. As I have said before, Gordon is all about the numbers. Diet Blair is calling him out. It's about to be like Kool Moe Dee vs Busy Bee at Prime Minister's Question Time.
Technology conspired against me yesterday, but you thought I was going to let a disobedient computer stop me from bringing you The Real, once again? Never that. All it needed was a swift (re) boot.
Friday was the first 'theme' night - The band was decked out in Japanese robes and once again came on stage through the crowd. It looks like Prince is powering up right now - anyone familiar with epilsepy inducing Japanese arcade games knows what I'm talking about. He's building up to that one move (or in this case stage outfit) that will destroy all that came before it. He only went and drew for the old skool ruffled shirt. At this rate he'll be rocking the full matador outfit by the tour's end.
Wolverhampton's own Beverley Knight joined him for the aftershow party and made the soul connection with Shelby J and Marva King.
Saturday saw the debut of the piano solo set, during which Prince ran through a bunch of not-yet-played classics such as the B-side favourite, Erotic City. The folks at 3121.com reported that everyone from the fans to security was feeling it. He also took the time to tease the crowd with snatches of jams like Pop Life and Sign O The Times.
Another celebrity guest for Prince last night. According to The News Of The World, Diddy was in the house after flying in from Ibiza, and stopping on Savile Row to cop a suit before hitting the o2. Take that, take that...
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