I went to Leighton Buzzard on Saturday to visit noted Bedfordshire residents Nick & Kellie. Leighton Buzzard is famous for two things: Kajagoogoo, and… hm. Leighton Buzzard is famous for one thing: Kajagoogoo. It may be worth breaking off from this story for a second, to perhaps play a new game I’ve just invented called “Pretend You’re Limahl, Go On”, in which you take the letters of your surname and rearrange them to form an exotic-sounding anagram that not only ensures you pop success, but also conjures up mystic images of a faraway land. I’ll go first:

Um…

N’DRESMA

Not bad, I think. (It’s quite hard to do an anagram of “Marsden” without having an arse staring you in the face.) Anyway, I didn’t see Limahl on my visit to Leighton Buzzard, probably because he was busy holding press conferences to continue denying the still-persisting rumours that he and Paul Gambaccini were lovers. Co-incidentally, it’s quite hard to go to a Limahl press conference without having an arse staring you in the face. Nick and Kellie had promised a visit to some kind of goat sanctuary, but because of work commitments Jenny and I got there too late to pay our respects to any bearded, whinnying lifeforms. Oh well. But it did give Nick the excuse later that evening to direct our attention to the famed fainting goats on YouTube, which we enjoyed hugely.

Talking of Paul Gambaccini, as I kind of was, and kind of will be, it was pop quiz night at the 3 Kings in Clerkenwell on Monday evening. While trying to round up a team at the weekend I mentioned the fact that I had Paul Gambaccini’s email address (in fact, if you want to take a guess at it, you’ll probably get it right) and that maybe he’d be a good person to ask along. Imagine, turning up with Gambo in tow. Everyone else would just throw in the beer towel, get up and leave the building. As it was, we didn’t need Gambo, and we came first – although that was partly to do with the fact that there were no restrictions on the number of people in each team, so we set up a video conferencing network with 300 music experts worldwide using the fabulous new Nokia N73 mobile phone (told you I’d get the plug in each blog entry, slightly convoluted, but there you go.) There was obviously a question about the death of the lead singer of Boston, Brad Delp, who was found very much not alive in his home in New Hampshire at the weekend. “I had more than a feeling that there’d be a question about this,” quipped Ed, about 15 times, but hey, if a joke’s worth telling, it’s worth telling 15 times.

The cricket World Cup has started. What a pointless fiasco the first couple of weeks is, however. You get to see spectacles like the Democratic Republic of Congo vs Finland, with people running around aimlessly, hitting each other with the stumps and shouting “er, is this right?”