Prime Minister vs. Prince (Week) 2: Electric Boogaloo

Ozone: Single-handedly bringing back the feather earring.

Tuesday August 14th: Gordon has packed his family off to Scotland and taken a large pile of work with him, The Sun says. He's a maths beast. It just doesn't stop for him. He sees everything in numbers, like the moment of enlightenment Neo has in the first Matrix film. They say his aides have also admitted the possibility of an autumn election, as well. At the moment he's got every reason to go for it. Opinion polls put him streets ahead of Diet Blair and he can take that calculated gamble and go for an extra 3 years. If he was to wait until the term was up, the Tories might have either got DB to sort his act out or found someone who is a little less disliked by voters. Gordon paid his dues. He's in for the long haul. He's not trying to hear "Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns..."

The Prime Minister doesn't get such an easy ride in The Daily Telegraph today - Under the headline "Tories condemn Brown's 'lack of interest'" - The Conservative Party accuses him of not doing enough for troops under fire in Afghanistan. Before he came to office, the war against the Taleban was an abject mess of half truths, white lies and ulterior motives. A game of real-life Risk with flesh and blood soldiers that went too far, and it's become one more gruesome trophy that humanity will hang on their wall, like a sun-bleached cowskull on the veranda of a Texan ranch. It's not the sort of thing you can just figure out over a cup of tea during the commercial for Countdown...Apparently Gordon is more interested in "supercasinos and cannabis". Now that's a man whose on his job...

The Evening Standard ran an advert for Chaka Khan residency at The Jazz Cafe, which makes a support slot at the O2 seem all the more likely. I have a soft spot for Ms Khan, since her music was featured in one of the most memorable films from my childhood. Breakin' (or Breakdance as it was called over here). Ah, Ozone - you looked 40 years old, still lived in your parents garage and hung out with little kids...I've just completely ruined that film for myself. The song in question is Ain't Nobody. Gully.

Tomorrow Beverley Knight warms up in the O2 tomorrow night before going on (I would imagine) to another aftershow jam.

And, finally...3121.com have officially denied the story that Prince had sent out for Kate Nash like takeaway pizza. There was something of the 60's rock star vibe about that story that I quite liked. None of this "I'll have your people call my people and we'll do lunch" guff. Find her. Bring her to me. Simple. I, for one, am saddened that it's untrue.