VIP Votes

Just spent half an hour queuing to get into the polling station. I took that to mean either an unprecedented turnout or they hadn't managed to get very well organised....

After eventually making it inside the door I was greeted by a very dour woman who looked at my polling card and said 'No, sorry!' in a particularly annoying manner, then moved onto the person behind me. I bristled and challenged the meaning of her words. She told me I couldn't go straight through but had to continue queueing for another 15 minutes because the name of my road came before J in the alphabet. I had been previously unaware of a privileged VIP voting system for people who lived on roads beginning with letters from L to Z, but meekly accepted my position in the alphabetic underclass and told her that it was a small price to pay for democracy... 

On the voting paper, however, there was no mention of a Keep BBC Radio 6 Music Alive party.

I had to sing an audition song yesterday for a proper west end musical, for a director who had seen my Lenny Smallman Show. I've never done anything like that before and it was an amazing experience. I chose a difficult song with four key changes, but actually went three better than that - and sung it with seven, mainly because I couldn't hear the piano very well. That's why I like singing my own songs best; no-one can tell when you start making up the tune.