hi everybody, Styeve Gribbin here, the undisputed sweat-flicking champion of comedy.

This week i have been in Birmingham at the Glee Club where a woman in the audience came up to me afterwards and said how much she enjoyed it, and calling me, in an act of approbation, "An Angry Little man". Should loook good on the posters!

spent much of the week trying to figure out if I had been anywhere ITSU, the infamous sushi bar. As a fully paid-up Hypochondriac, I couldn't let an opportunity like that slip through my hands. Sadly, i was nowhere near there. You couldn't help thinking this was brilliant PR by a Max Clifford-like genius in the week of the Bond opening. Mind you, being poisoned in a restaurant doesn't quite have the same impact as being shot at, does it? Can't imagine the next Bond film will be called "Chicken Royale"

In a way, this was a comforting throwback to The Cold War, when spies were spies and you knew where you were. And poison-tipped umbrellas were part of The Natural order Of Things. Although I should imagine criticism will be wssomehat muted when the British Governmet learns quite how much we depend on Valdimir "It Wasn't Me" Putin for our domestic gas supplies.

Spent much of the week promoting "We Don't Need The Rain" the song that fellow comic John Ryan and I have recorded in support of The England cricket team for the Ashes test series (heerby knwon as The Steve Harmison Wobbly Series). Checck out our MySpace website www.myspace.com/himnim if you fancy hearing it. It's just a pity the England bowlers seem to have taken no notice.

Hello!

Welcome to my blog, not got much to say at the moment, but once I've had my nap I'll be back!