If you live in or have visted Chester at all over the last 30 years, these are dramatic images indeed. After years of rumours and conjecture, the 'eyesore' police station is finally being ripped apart to be replaced by a hotel and come kind of leisure / retail complex.

They're not blowing it up, though, a la Jim'll Fix It and his amazing exploding 70's tower blocks; this monstrosity - being so close to a major road and roundabout - is being eviscerated by a horrifying-looking crane with massive pliers for teeth.

They should have called some American Tomcats in and told them it was a friendly hospital.

Boosh! the whole thing would have disappeared in seconds.

And insurgents would have been blamed.

Today was a dervish of a day.

Jo has gone up to Scotland until Saturday and I've been running around on public transport trying to fulfill commitments to record Mousemat, various interviews for other programmes, and present tonight's evening show.

I got to speak to former Arsenal goalkeeper, quintessential footie TV presenter, and all round genuine good-egg, Bob Wilson, about a new book he's written called, Googlies, Nutmegs and Bogeys, which details the etymology of sporting lingo.

Bob was a very good interview and I was genuinely moved when he talked about his deceased daughter and the foundation that he adn his wife have set up in her honour. All of the proceeds from the book go to that foundation.

The book is a great, toilet read if you have any interest in sport.

If, however, you're Soundhog, it might as well be a Septic Tank manual written in Swahili.

I also spoke to the rather bloody wonderful Andrea Lewis, formerly singer with the Darling Buds, about the new Cherry Red records re-release of their debut album, Pop Said...

Andrea is ace. From any angle and in every respect. If you detect a hint of crush, you'd be dead right.

There are mitigating circumstances. I've had a crush on her since I was 19. It's not easy to shake these things off.

That could have been worded better.

Ha!

Sorry, Andrea.

It's a bloody long interview. I look forward to editing that when I should be packing my smalls on Sunday afternoon.

I'm off to bed now.

I might get three hours in before my lovely neighbours come in and wake me [and Ava] up.

Ava is at her nan's tomorrow.

Soundhog and Tony are about and this house needs a good bye DJ jam.

I have a feeling that come this time tomorrow, my next door neighbours will be intimately acquainted with just how thin these walls really are.

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