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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735</id><updated>2012-02-23T16:53:35.159Z</updated><title type="text">Latest News</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ItsMeDiary" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="itsmediary" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-3497304917113926522</id><published>2012-02-23T15:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T15:59:57.445Z</updated><title type="text">Alan Carr wins two new awards</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_GX32wMkbQ/T0Zh4-_3cSI/AAAAAAAAACk/CF6-RytxKTk/s1600/Alan-Carr-NTA-stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_GX32wMkbQ/T0Zh4-_3cSI/AAAAAAAAACk/CF6-RytxKTk/s320/Alan-Carr-NTA-stage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712360808977494306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alan's got off to a cracking start this year with two awards in as many months! On January 25th, he beat fierce competition to take home the Best Chat Show gong at the National Television Awards - in a category that included Graham Norton and The Jonathan Ross Show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan thanked his fans for all their support and their votes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And earlier this month, he won the Loaded LAFTA Award for Best Stand Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam x&lt;br /&gt;(Alan's little helper)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-3497304917113926522?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3497304917113926522" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3497304917113926522" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2012/02/alan-carr-wins-two-new-awards.html" title="Alan Carr wins two new awards" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_GX32wMkbQ/T0Zh4-_3cSI/AAAAAAAAACk/CF6-RytxKTk/s72-c/Alan-Carr-NTA-stage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-7782124168436262950</id><published>2012-02-23T15:27:00.009Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T15:51:16.033Z</updated><title type="text">Alan Carr: Chatty Man returns in April...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXRjF04h5Uk/T0ZeXSzNK0I/AAAAAAAAACM/XKqnyBr-qNU/s1600/Gaga-Alan-Kay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXRjF04h5Uk/T0ZeXSzNK0I/AAAAAAAAACM/XKqnyBr-qNU/s200/Gaga-Alan-Kay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712356931642665794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 8th series of Alan Carr: Chatty Man starts in April 2012 on Channel 4. Don't forget to check &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/chattyman"&gt;@chattyman on Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/chattymanc4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; for the latest news. If you're interested in applying for tickets to see the show, they'll be available through &lt;a href="http://www.sroaudiences.com/"&gt;SRO Audiences&lt;/a&gt; closer to the transmission date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch up on all the clips from the show - right back to series one - on the &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/programmes/alan-carr-chatty-man/video"&gt;Channel 4 website&lt;/a&gt;. Alan also has other Channel 4 projects in the pipeline for 2012, so watch this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam x&lt;br /&gt;(Alan's little helper)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-7782124168436262950?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/7782124168436262950" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/7782124168436262950" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2012/02/alan-carr-chatty-man-returns-in-april.html" title="Alan Carr: Chatty Man returns in April..." /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXRjF04h5Uk/T0ZeXSzNK0I/AAAAAAAAACM/XKqnyBr-qNU/s72-c/Gaga-Alan-Kay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-5045160479860789871</id><published>2011-10-13T15:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:02:18.342+01:00</updated><title type="text">YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ljTQ8u44BI/Tpb82O1qF_I/AAAAAAAAABg/IDATiobD5OU/s1600/Balloonman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ljTQ8u44BI/Tpb82O1qF_I/AAAAAAAAABg/IDATiobD5OU/s200/Balloonman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662991590091266034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright i admit it - i'm shit at blogging - i've just gone onto my own website and seen that i haven't blogged since July. Sorry, I've been busy as i'm sure you will all know who have read my tweets or seen SPEXY BEAST tour - i have been all over the shop working my bottom off. Thank you to everyone who has come and thank you for all the generous gifts that you have sent to me which have included in no particular order.... &lt;div&gt;                Malteasers,&lt;div&gt;                Home-made jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                Cupcakes (with glasses drawn on the icing with biro!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                Flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                A figurine of a victorian lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                A balloonman of me and Bev&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                A hamper from Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem * (which included a dog bandana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               Various etchings of me in different poses - (I must have one of those faces and figures                   that people look at and go, ooh i must put pen to paper).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               A fly swatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              Corkscrew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              Balacalva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ye Olde Trip To Jerusalem is a really ancient inn in Nottingham not a travel agent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really shouldn't have - no really you shouldn't have - only joking!! Thanks so much, it really fills me with joy (fear!) as i unwrap them to see whats inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, apologies for the short blog - no-one reads them anyway but I have to pack my bags for the next leg of the tour Sheffield, hmm! Ambre Solaire, parasol err maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, glad you liked 'Who Do You Think You Are' i was so nervous about it - its just so personal and close to home that i couldn't relax, but as it happened it didn't turn out too bad i found out my great granddad was a deserter with a heart, look i'm pleased with that i was expecting serial killer or dictator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Chattyman' is back later this month so don't worry it wont be long until you see my cute little face back upon your TV screens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya Alan xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-5045160479860789871?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/5045160479860789871" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/5045160479860789871" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2011/10/you-shouldnt-have.html" title="YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ljTQ8u44BI/Tpb82O1qF_I/AAAAAAAAABg/IDATiobD5OU/s72-c/Balloonman.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-5664193910726875760</id><published>2011-07-07T18:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:49:26.809+01:00</updated><title type="text">SPEX SELLS.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNC1FC7Gnkw/ThXxkfnPXoI/AAAAAAAAABY/TiDYKn9Jc28/s1600/BLOGFACE.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNC1FC7Gnkw/ThXxkfnPXoI/AAAAAAAAABY/TiDYKn9Jc28/s200/BLOGFACE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626668918732971650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for all those people who spent their hard earned cash on buying tickets to see little old me on my 'Spexy Beast' tour - it is very much appreciated and i promise you i wont let you down. It'll be nice to return to the London O2 - although whenever the thought of it enters my head i do get a twinge in the groin area - my testicles still haven't forgiven me for being suspended 50 feet above n-dubz in a wire harness at the Comedy Gala. Boy did it chafe and it still makes me walk a bit funny to this day - well, thats my excuse and i'm sticking to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon wherever you live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-5664193910726875760?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/5664193910726875760" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/5664193910726875760" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2011/07/spex-sells.html" title="SPEX SELLS." /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNC1FC7Gnkw/ThXxkfnPXoI/AAAAAAAAABY/TiDYKn9Jc28/s72-c/BLOGFACE.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-106157384078751427</id><published>2011-03-24T10:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:45:15.068Z</updated><title type="text">MAIDSTONE, ANDOVER, KENDAL AND BEYOND</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRBrdcy1mTA/TYsgswJuhaI/AAAAAAAAABM/cUqd-q30Dco/s1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRBrdcy1mTA/TYsgswJuhaI/AAAAAAAAABM/cUqd-q30Dco/s200/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587595715895264674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watcha!! Yes, its me again writing on my blog for the second time this year -(Oops! its nearly april). Anyway no-one reads it - i don't know why i bother but hey it keeps me off the streets i guess. I'm halfway through my warm-up tour and boy have i seen some sights and done some things i have put them in no particular order for you to peruse at your own leisure...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Staying in dog friendly hotels and wondering if they'll still be dog friendly after i leave with Bev (my dog). She'd ran out of my bedroom and stole this blokes croissant off his plate - looking at the size of the man i think Bev did him a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Getting drunk with my support guy Josh Widdecommbe and tweeting that i would 'follow' everyone who 'followed' @joshwiddecoombe -  i was expecting a few hundred people - 10,000!! Yep you read that right 10,000 people followed demanding that i 'follow' them IMMEDIATELY. Shit. Obviously impossible to do so didn't do it - (my days of doing data entry are long gone love) yes i let my lovely tweeters down - sorry. A few days of abuse and moaning from twitter, i was dubbed a 'TweetCheat' can you believe that? After what happened in Japan and Libya i think people got a bit of perspective in their lives and moved on. Lets be honest, they'd only DM me - Are you Jimmy Carr's brother? Or 'Do you actually sound like that?'  If you couldn't see that finding and following 10,000 people wasn't a complete ball-ache for me then i don't actually want you following me - weirdo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Arriving at Andover to find they had just sprayed the fields with manure - i actually thought the town was made of dog shit. (Lovely gig and lovely people though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) My dog running on stage at Maidstone and the audience thinking i was going to do a 'Gin The Dancing Dog 'routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Doing Comic Relief with Fearne, Claudia and Davina - what a brilliant night - although no lie, i had fallen asleep in the make-up chair just before going on - properly asleep - dribbling, the works. Lenny Henry ended up slapping me - mind you i do have one of those faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I've added another photo of me as Lady Gaga from the heat magazine shoot i did last year. Enjoy - don't laugh at my love handles - i was 'born this way'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully see you on tour soon alan xxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-106157384078751427?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/106157384078751427" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/106157384078751427" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2011/03/maidstone-andover-kendal-and-beyond.html" title="MAIDSTONE, ANDOVER, KENDAL AND BEYOND" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRBrdcy1mTA/TYsgswJuhaI/AAAAAAAAABM/cUqd-q30Dco/s72-c/IMG_0375.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-8750782608929086433</id><published>2011-01-12T12:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:09:57.471Z</updated><title type="text">Happy New Year!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TS9NaAoIiII/AAAAAAAAABA/WANYIdND6S0/s1600/NannyPat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TS9NaAoIiII/AAAAAAAAABA/WANYIdND6S0/s200/NannyPat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561749174066120834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok its January 13th but i've been busy - alright? Good. Excited but slightly nervous about 2011 - loads and loads of 'Chattymen' and an Arena Tour, i'm swallowing sick as i write this. &lt;div&gt;Out of all the amazing things i did and people i met - there is one stand out moment for me and that was meeting Nanny Pat - (you know, the only person on 'The Only Way Is Essex' that doesn't look like they moisturise with Kiora) what a lovely woman and guess what? She'd brought along her sausage plait - yum (she also does a veggie option just for the record).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My New Year Resolutions are as follows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Cut down on the demon drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Dump toxic friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Stop dressing as a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) and 2) are obvious but 3), well it just seems more and more, for photoshoots i'm turning more towards a high heel than a flat, a pencil skirt than a jean and a bubble perm rather than a buzz cut - whats up with me!!. I'm a man i should be proud of that don't you think? I don't mean start badger baiting or bare knuckle fighting - just embrace my masculinity, well once i've done this ironing. Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Al x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-8750782608929086433?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/8750782608929086433" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/8750782608929086433" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2011/01/happy-new-year.html" title="Happy New Year!!" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TS9NaAoIiII/AAAAAAAAABA/WANYIdND6S0/s72-c/NannyPat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-2361966494505044833</id><published>2010-08-03T19:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:43:39.706+01:00</updated><title type="text">BUSY BEAVER</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TFhjMRtzyBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kNcZSAH6QEs/s1600/Rihanna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TFhjMRtzyBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kNcZSAH6QEs/s200/Rihanna1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501256007398180882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a busy July i've had - it seems to have just flown by. It was a strange but eventful month for me, i was accused in the papers of having my eyes lazered, teeth straigtened and a weave fitted, had dinner with the Beckhams, had a night out with Louie Spence and Kylie (finally) came on my Chattyman and destroyed a nibble tray comprising of Frazzles and pork scratchings - yes and before you ask - i do love namedropping!!! Look its not everyday you get to say to Posh Spice 'Can you pass me the gravy?' is it? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took my goddaughters to Regents Park Zoo which was great although a little bit terrifying going into the monkeys cage to feed them - ever since i saw that woman whose face had been bitten off by that chimp - ive always been a little bit scared - i prefered them when they were fun, you know wearing berets and pushing pianos about badly mouthing 'Its the taste'. Anyway the visit was a success, they enjoyed the nuts and dates we gave them, although thankfully none of them grabbed my weave and ran off with it - if they were going to do that - at least wait for me to get my camcorder £250 quid is £250 quid aint it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got some great guests lined up for Chattyman something for everyone i promise Ricky Gervais, Katy Perry, Davina, Robin Williams, Drew Barrymore, McFly, Olly Murrs, Paul O'Grady, The Killers.....the list goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care Al x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alanx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-2361966494505044833?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/2361966494505044833" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/2361966494505044833" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2010/08/busy-beaver.html" title="BUSY BEAVER" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TFhjMRtzyBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kNcZSAH6QEs/s72-c/Rihanna1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-689419511308797604</id><published>2010-06-23T19:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:14:43.584+01:00</updated><title type="text">Stop The Wedding</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TCJcbfG-dxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CBXm7rNZCC8/s1600/securedownload-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TCJb9x18DnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aM7HEdhp300/s1600/3H1V4295-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TCJb9x18DnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aM7HEdhp300/s200/3H1V4295-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486048413000404594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TCJbzT9ZT6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-JoinEYPBDs/s1600/3H1V4295-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching 'Four Weddings' on my favourite channel Living and i funnily enough felt the urge to blog  - it was the one with the Russian bride who had the eye infection, never mind - anyway hope you've been enjoying Chattyman - What a great start to the series Pammie, Russell Brand and the cast of Glee plus Plan B singing. - it doesnt get any better than that does it! Boy can Russell talk - we chatted for about an hour (normally its about 20 minutes per interview) - he was so entertaining he was like a verbal tsunami - i couldnt get my questions in - i thought 'Christ - what was he like when he was ON drugs? One of my favourite guests by far.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing for my tour which is a major ballache - it always has taken me ages and the trouble being by the time ive written the tour half the material is out of date - and who wants to listen to a comedy routine centreing on the miners strike, Bejams and Jif. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my birthday last monday and Gok ( how lovely is this?) drove all the way from his home with a birthday cake, not only that, but a cake with my face on it. What a star! It was delicious and believe me readers i would have saved you a bit if i hadnt come down to find the last quarter disappearing down Bev's gob - its quite surreal seeing your own dog chew on your marzipan glasses and haribo teeth, gulp it down and lick its lips. I went ahead and ate her dog food that'll teach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got some great names coming on soon Lily Allen, Kylie, The Cast of Twilight, Enrique, Kelis, Katie and Alex.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-689419511308797604?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/689419511308797604" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/689419511308797604" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2010/06/i-was-watching-four-weddings-on-my.html" title="Stop The Wedding" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/TCJb9x18DnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aM7HEdhp300/s72-c/3H1V4295-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-4092472707922690496</id><published>2010-03-15T19:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:12:35.074Z</updated><title type="text">A QUICKIE</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/S56UqepbIUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X1LNvx3hF1U/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/S56UqepbIUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X1LNvx3hF1U/s200/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448956056667103554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watcha, just a quick blog to say 'hello'  and keeping you up to date on whats been happening in my life. Well here goes....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Berlin for a weekend - its an amazing city you must go- people warned me before i went (crypticly) that Berlin was cultural yet sleazy!!! - Hmm! What do i pack? Nipple clamps and opera gloves? And believe me its hard to watch opera when your wearing a gas mask in a fuck swing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw the Berlin Wall - which was so grim to say the least if theres one wall thats in need of some trellis its that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got missed off the BAFTA longlist - charming - i think they should give me one as compensation dont you? It really is the least they can do - and not one of the shitty awards  either 'best use of lip-synching in a subtitled cartoon' i want 'Lifetime achievement' thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The extention of my Radio 2 show for another year, yes i know, another year - check it out Radio 2 6pm - 8pm every Saturday go on you know you want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got in the papers picking up my dog Bev's shit - yep the paps got me - a perfect image of me standing there swallowing sick trying to scoop up a large turd - i swear you can see Bev smirking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving Chattyman even more - you get to ask people if they're back on the cock, drink cheap alcohol and do the dutty whine with whoever you please - in what other job can you do that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-4092472707922690496?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/4092472707922690496" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/4092472707922690496" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2010/03/quickie.html" title="A QUICKIE" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iqbOyw2C48/S56UqepbIUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X1LNvx3hF1U/s72-c/DSC00196.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-3596457491552020999</id><published>2009-12-29T13:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:02:49.764Z</updated><title type="text">HERES TO 2010!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/NADINE:ALAN-724931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/NADINE:ALAN-724750.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just back from Sunderland spending Christmas visting friends and family - wasnt it lovely having a white christmas, well it was a yellow christmas as i passed stockton on the motorway, something to do with the fumes i guess. Look, Im not a scientist but even i know when the snowmans carrot starts pulsating and glowing somethings wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know its a few days early but thought i better wish you a Happy New Year now - i've got a few busy days ahead what with organising my New Years Eve party and taking my unwanted presents back to cash convertors. I love cash convertors, just not when i see my books and CDs in the window 2 for 1 hmmm! the ingratitude. Can you believe I actually got sent a joke book as a present - i'm a stand-up comedian thats what i do!!! Thats like sending Kerry Katona a kebab, a bit more thought please, I wouldnt have minded but the jokes were a bit on the tired side(Shut up you people saying that they would have fitted into my act perfectly!!) Jokes that start 'Two lesbians at a bus-stop....' is not really my kind of thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like I've got a busy year ahead, and if you believe the Daily Star i'm going to be in the Celebrity Big Brother House, well, thats news to me but you never know i might just prepare an eviction outfit just in case, i might as well look good whilst im being booed and having excrement thrown at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont forget on New Years Day - you can hear me on Radio 2 with the gorgous Nadine Coyle between 14.00 and 17.00 on the Great British Songs of the Noughties (Adele and Paloma Faith pop in too)  - let my soothing voice ease away your hangover blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!  THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT AND HAVE A HEALTHY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-3596457491552020999?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3596457491552020999" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3596457491552020999" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/12/heres-to-2010.html" title="HERES TO 2010!!" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-7758144323420673539</id><published>2009-09-16T23:10:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:58:39.111+01:00</updated><title type="text">TAKING A BREATHER -    (i wish)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/IMG_0061-767410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/IMG_0061-767260.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start with i hope you like my photo of a homophobic building I spotted in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havent blogged for ages can't think why its not as if nothing has happened - its all been a bit crazy to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning on the lights at Blackpool was so much fun, f***ing freezing but fun. As we did my Radio2 show up along the front in a tram, i actually got 'blanket-envy' for a donkey. Yes, you heard he looked so snug with his nosebag of hay and brown thermal blanket that i wanted to creep underneath it and feel his donkey flesh against my shivering body. Sitting on the top deck Emma's lips turned blue and my teeth started chattering and as anyone whose seen my face knows thats a lot of teeth to be a chattering, I sounded like my nan getting through a packet of peanut brittle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i do like Blackpool, where else can you buy fake dog poo, but not only fake dog poo, actual breeds of fake dog poo. Alsations, Poodles, Terriers!! You name it - i went for Great Dane and the nice lady in the shop knocked a pound off because she was a fan. Oh being a celebrity has its perks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the sad news that Friday/Sunday Night Project would not be returning with me and Justin. Yes it was sad news but we both felt we had taken it as far as it could go - it was an amazing show and what a great team who worked on it, but there comes a time in a mans life when you have to step away from the leotard and stilettoes and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Chattyman is my new baby, God i love that show and the amazing guests that choose to come on it, to think its going to be back on in November (i've only just got over the last series!!!) makes me excited but a little bit nervous. Can we ever top the guests Black Eyed Peas, Kanye, Samuel L Jackson, Wossy, Brucie, Katy Perry, i wake up in a cold sweat sometimes thinking say we can only get Howard from the Halifax or one of the Lilt ladies on my sofa, but ive got to be strong. Everyone has been so positive, well, apart from one article in a popular newspaper, they said i was depressed about' Chattyman' i didnt mind this, it happens all the time but it was the accompanying photo. They had me clutching my head looking up at the sky miserable and dispondant. To be fair, i had just come out of a Starbucks and was ducking a rancid pigeon.  A note to that journalist it was the same day Chattyman had got recommissioned for not only a 2nd but a 3rd and 4th series I wasnt depressed at all, i just didnt want to be covered in bird poo, but i guess as i found out from that article you can be shat on in other ways too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now looking for future guests and the names that are being confirmed are amazing (sorry Howard) but im not going to tell you, ive learnt my lesson from the Friday Night Project. I would reveal who was lined up and as soon as the names passed my lips they would either die or end up in rehab. I would end up with egg on my face and they ended up in the Betty Ford Clinic.  Rather them than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the lovely tweets and i'll be seeing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-7758144323420673539?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/7758144323420673539" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/7758144323420673539" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/09/taking-breather-i-wish.html" title="TAKING A BREATHER -    (i wish)" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-2423829723220605982</id><published>2009-07-13T22:08:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:55:14.545+01:00</updated><title type="text">MANSON MAN ACTION</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/IMG_0029-747269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/IMG_0029-747121.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello everyone, it dawned on me today that I haven't blogged in ages, i've been tweeting like buggery, but i havent blogged so tonight im going to sit down, relax and do a good old blog.  (Sounds like im doing a shit to be honest).  At least with blogging you dont get arseholes replying, i am having some militant trannies tweeting me, they heard on my Radio 2 show that  I had said that i was worried about cycling through Gay Pride because i might end up with a Tranny in my basket. Quite harmless i thought but oh no, i am a 'tranny hater' according to these tweets. I'm not taking it too seriously, (noone else has) it was an off the cuff remark, besides Tranny in a basket just sounds like something you'd find in a Nandos. 'Tranny in a basket please - easy on the mayo'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chattyman is going better than i had ever dreamed of, ratings are great, the guests are amazing Samuel L Jackson, Dawn French, Kanye West, Brucie, Pet Shop Boys have all graced my late aunts flat and this week i've got Jonathan Ross and Mickey Rourke - woohoo! I'm watching Angelheart now (like a good boy) researching ready for Rourke. The lovely Denise Van Outen is coming on too, she recently told 'Star' magazine that she fancied me, oh dear, how do i break it to her? She's going to be gutted! Better pop some lambrini in my globe so as to soften the blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some guests alas havent made it on the show not for the want of trying  i was meant to do a sketch with Marilyn Manson but when i turned up at the hotel he was so twatted on absinthe (and the rest), he couldnt stand up straight let alone talk. None of the questions I asked him were usable (if he was to be believed his hobbies include pissing on children and necrophilia - hey dont knock it til you've tried it) so we left him to his own devices, mumbling to himself in the hotel foyer drinking a pint of Glade Plug-in. (you think im joking). He had a whole afternoon of interviews ahead of him - CHRIST!  I smiled to myself secretly hoping he was due on The Alan Titchmarch Show. 'On tonights show!  June Whitfield, Nick Berry and Marilyn Manson dressed as a Nazi wanking off a dog ' Well I'd tune in wouldnt you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we left the PR girl said ' could i mention his single on the show?' It was called 'Arma-Goddamn motherfucking Gedden'. as you can imagine 'Bleeding Love' it aint!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, off to bed, this blogging lark has been very theraputic and not even an irate tranny in sight. See ya al x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-2423829723220605982?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/2423829723220605982" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/2423829723220605982" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/07/angelheart.html" title="MANSON MAN ACTION" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-382473771377155725</id><published>2009-04-26T15:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:04:02.750+01:00</updated><title type="text">FACE FOR RADIO</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/emmaandme-720515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/emmaandme-720051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright loves, Can i just say a big THANK YOU to everyone who phoned, texted, emailed me and emma yesterday on our first Radio show together - we were literally inundated. (my favourite was Annie the Cornish fishmonger cooking scallops!!!) For those of you who didn't know we were on Radio 2 between 6.00pm - 8.00pm Saturday night and will be every Saturday for the next year kickstarting your weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were very nervous at the beginning and yes they're were a few cock ups, Emma said 'Webcum' instead of 'Webcam' and i advised a woman to sniff nail polish remover to relieve the boredom of cleaning - there was me giggling away only to see the producer eyeballing me mouthing "no," making cut throat gestures. Alright alright, i get the message. Overall it was a triumph and all the people upstairs looked happy (although a little bit wet with perspiration) but happy nevertheless which is the main thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like to speak to me and Emma about what you're doing that Saturday night, hen nights, barbecues, bowling, bungee jumping - i dont care, just call me on the number below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also if youre having a wardrobe malfunction let us know too, it doesnt have to be as dramatic as janet jacksons, no, you're tit doesnt have to have been whipped out by Justin Timberlake in a Working Men's Club, no just ring us up and me and emma will go through youre wardrobe and make you look pretty, oh so pretty. Watch out Gok, theres a new kid on the block. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CALL ME NEXT SATURDAY BETWEEN 6 - 8PM on 0500 88291 or text 88291 or email me on &lt;a href="mailto:alan.carr@bbc.co.uk"&gt;alan.carr@bbc.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and we'll make your weekend that little bit special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the BAFTAS now, oh to be a tv personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-382473771377155725?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/382473771377155725" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/382473771377155725" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/04/face-for-radio.html" title="FACE FOR RADIO" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-8797273451114045970</id><published>2009-04-21T19:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:10:39.903+01:00</updated><title type="text">Getting there</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/gok2-716837.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/gok2-716796.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, had my first runthrough for my new chat show in a church hall and do you know what - it went really well. I know what you're thinking 'He's going to say that - he wants us to watch it' Ahh! Nothing gets past you. Call me an old luvvie but Im a superstitious old sod, if you have a good run-through it usually means that the proper show will be shite and vice versa. So expect me on the 7th june to walk into the furniture, forget my lines and drop all my props - just think Hollyoaks but on a sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont forget im on Gok's Fashion Fix tonight at 8.00pm - huh! How can you improve on perfection?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-8797273451114045970?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/8797273451114045970" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/8797273451114045970" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/04/getting-there.html" title="Getting there" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-3176750707725524670</id><published>2009-04-12T20:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:55:36.050+01:00</updated><title type="text">BANK HOLIDAY</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/regentspark-747447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/regentspark-747407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ its boring, how drab are bank holidays. Went for a walk around Regents Park, saw a squirrel, thats about it really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a nice bath, treated myself to a BathBomb from Lush, which was nice enough. Its always a hassle getting in my bath because its overlooked by my next door neighbours porch, theres been times when ive whipped my towel off and set off ScallyKarens intruder sensor. The sight of her and her rottweiler peering through the patio doors makes you want to have a wash at the best of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit when it comes to batheing, you cant beat a bit of Radox, those floral bathbombs are nice and all that its just a ballache when you have unblock the plughole at the end, its so stuffed with roses, petals, oats, leaves you dont know whether to call in dynorod or get Alan Titchmarsh to bring his secateurs round. I might as well have a strip wash in a window box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-3176750707725524670?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3176750707725524670" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3176750707725524670" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/04/bank-holiday.html" title="BANK HOLIDAY" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-1422564765850534843</id><published>2009-03-16T22:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:57:21.842Z</updated><title type="text">Paul The Other One</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/BRAZIL-218-728828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/BRAZIL-218-728518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood in for Paul O'Grady today on his show, (its going to be shown on Easter Monday) and had a ball although the producers had decided to put explosive easter Eggs around the set that would explode whilst I was reading the letters from the Postbag. As you can imagine when they exploded I nearly had a heartattack and the audience laughed at my shock, then i could smell burning. An explosive easter egg had exploded so much that it had set one of pauls dolls on fire and her skirt was going up like a Christmas Tree. I was thinking shit, Paul leaves me for one day and I burn down his bloody set, (it could have been worse, i could have torched Buster). So once the doll and neighbouring photo of Joan Collins (it took years off her) had been extinguished the show could continue. Bloody Exploding Easter Eggs, if there had been Smarties inside it would have wiped out the front row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant believe ive been "spotted" at 'Christ the Redeemer' in Rio de Janeiro, its this weeks 'Hot Spot' in HEAT. God they have spies everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-1422564765850534843?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/1422564765850534843" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/1422564765850534843" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/03/paul-other-one.html" title="Paul The Other One" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-6759219730641147001</id><published>2009-03-13T13:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:22:26.365Z</updated><title type="text">RED NOSE DAY 2</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/Apprenticealan-734705.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/Apprenticealan-734654.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont forget to watch Comic relief tonight - am hosting live with Fern from 10.30 (gulp) - we cant be as bad as Sam Fox and Mick Fleetwood - can we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-6759219730641147001?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/6759219730641147001" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/6759219730641147001" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/03/red-nose-day-2.html" title="RED NOSE DAY 2" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-6404630097243890795</id><published>2009-03-13T00:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:45:21.541Z</updated><title type="text">RED NOSE DAY</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/photo[1]-710151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/photo[1]-710145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just watched 'Comic Relief Does The Apprentice'. I was so nervous, we had filmed for three and a half days last October and we didn't know what bits they were going to show. I had specifically told myself not to mince across that bridge in the opening credits but watching it, it seemed that my hips had gone the other way and were mincing even more furiously. It was less Apprentice more Americas next top model, well, if you squinted. Why hasnt anyone told me that i pull all those faces? Ive got the hardest working chins in show business, at one point i thought they were going to put a tyre around my head. God its grim seeing yourself on the telly anyway at least ive got my rapping to fall back on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-6404630097243890795?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/6404630097243890795" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/6404630097243890795" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/03/red-nose-day.html" title="RED NOSE DAY" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-6544330867068969495</id><published>2009-02-20T00:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:05:21.309Z</updated><title type="text">Boa Dia</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/BRAZIL-149-795760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/BRAZIL-149-795416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watcha!Boa Dia that's Brazilian for hello, sorry i havent been blogging but have been in Rio De Janiero on holiday and it was amazing. I've always wanted to go there and I finally thought 'Sod it' im going to go. When you're homosexual and you tell people that you're going to Rio, people assume that you are going as a sex tourist. This wasn't the case, I was going with my elderly neighbour Mrs. Bhabuta and with her needing 24 hour attention the chances of me disappearing up Sugarloaf mountain were very slim. The weather was oppressive and even though she is on a respirator she still wanted to go up the Christ and take in the view which is doubly strange because she's a Muslim with glucoma but anyway if Mohommed wont go to the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went down the gay beach, (i told Mrs. Bhabuta i'd popped out for a loaf), it really was a sight to behold. Men in the skimpiest briefs and muscles like you'd never seen, i had a great view, especially through the peepholes i'd drilled in my windbreaker. You've got to go love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa Noche - thats good night in Brazil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S They actually speak Portugese not Spanish so for the first few days I was greeting everyone with Ola and saying Adios with a wave of my Daily Star which of course gave the game away that I was actually a tourist and not a local. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-6544330867068969495?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/6544330867068969495" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/6544330867068969495" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/02/boa-dia.html" title="Boa Dia" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-5471711435199968742</id><published>2009-02-01T16:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:57:13.556Z</updated><title type="text">GRACE JONES</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/Martin-Sheen-718257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/Martin-Sheen-717888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Grace Jones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I saw Grace Jones at the Roundhouse in Camden on Friday and she was amazing, she hulahooped her way through Slave to the Rhythm, now that doesn't happen everyday does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The designer Julian McDonald was there and said to me that we should go backstage to visit Grace as he had designed some of her stage outfits, initially I was against it as i hate those situations, standing there in their dressing room saying how great the show was, knowing full well they want to go home, put their feet up and have a cuppa, but i said 'Yes, ok, lets go'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a large crowd outside as you'd expect, and Julian minced straight to the front of the queue 'Its Julian and Alan Carr to see Grace'. i heard a growl 'five minutes' come from inside, and after the five minutes of small talk with the bodyguards the door was opened by Simon LeBon, i know, well random! Me and Julian go in, she obviously recognises Julian, being an international fashion designer and all but sadly not me 'Get out! Get out!' she screams (with tights on her head) she grabs my arm and shoves me out her dressing room and with a loud slam I am banished from Grace's inner circle - infront of the whole queue. Oh dear! Do you know though what I love her even more? What an anecdote, who else can say they've been manhandled by Grace Jones on a night out, well ok, quite a few, but it made my gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm warning all you divas only Grace can do that, I'm seeing Tina Turner in March and if that bitch even as much as gives me a dirty look i'm going to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget to watch me and JLC with Hollywood Legend Martin Sheen tonight on 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-5471711435199968742?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/5471711435199968742" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/5471711435199968742" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/02/grace-jones.html" title="GRACE JONES" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-3407839484550385757</id><published>2009-01-21T18:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:53:28.177Z</updated><title type="text">THIGHS THE LIMIT</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/odds-and-sods-033-795405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/odds-and-sods-033-794801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all, its not everyday that you get to dance on ice with Torvill and Dean and its not every day that you get to walk down the high street like you've shat yourself and had to ask a complete stranger to pick your wallet up off the floor because if you bend your legs you're going to follow through. Oh yes, my delight at dancing with Britains Number 1 ice skating stars had sadly turned to agony. I had been down to the show to interview the stars for 'MORE' and the chance had come up to dance with them and how could I say no. They had decided to put me in a canary skintight skating outfit for the photo, 'the colour is saffron' the costumier hissed, waggling his thimble at me, as I described to my agent the monstrosity that was clinging to my body (and genitals if i'm honest). The outfit was excruciating, i had a reinforced gusset, a body stocking with poppers and a jock strap, no wonder those male skaters grin as they lift up their partners, thats not professionalism that's ball-ache. It wasn't just downstairs that hurt, whilst i was skating around i must have used muscles that i hadn't used before because the rest of the week they've been really sore, i know i'm unfit but four days later, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got Anne Robinson on the Project tomorrow, hope shes not too mean to me. Alan, you are one tooth short of a grimace, you are the weakest link. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see the pictures and the interviews with the dancing on ice stars buy MORE next week, go on i dare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-3407839484550385757?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3407839484550385757" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3407839484550385757" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/01/thighs-limit.html" title="THIGHS THE LIMIT" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-6028415268471973382</id><published>2009-01-14T22:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:23:48.401Z</updated><title type="text">SUNDAY NIGHT PROJECT NEWS</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/New-York-NYE-169-709476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/New-York-NYE-169-708966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello blog, bored out of my tiny little mind. Washed up, mopped the kitchen floor, done my recycling, nothing on telly. I'm on a diet and am so trying desperately not to eat, you wouldn't believe. I was watching half tonne son the other night and just as I was going to grab another jaffa cake they homed in on his back boobs - not a pretty sight. Mine are a handful but they dont hang down that much, yes I admit once i did get the nipple caught in the zip of my bumbag but apart from that they've been no bother at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been sorting out my New York photos, i went there for New Years Eve, and i sort of begrudge digital cameras, i preferred the old ones, when it was when you got back home that you realised how fat and pasty you were, and you'd have to look sheepish as the Boots photo technician handed them to you over the counter, smiling smuggly whilst thinking 'I bet you thought you looked so good in those lime green swimming trunks'. Oh no, now thanks to digital you can see how shite you look there and then, thanks isn't technology wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just found out that the last remaining guests for The Sunday Night Project are Anne Robinson and Martin Sheen, so should be interesting to say the least. We've got Catherine Tate on tomorrow, we've already filmed a 'Celebrity Come Dine With Me' spoof with her and it was really funny, me and Justin host a japanese themed night and well, i'll let you find out for yourselves if we beat Catherines dinner party at ten o'clock on channel 4 this Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-6028415268471973382?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/6028415268471973382" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/6028415268471973382" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/01/sunday-night-project-news.html" title="SUNDAY NIGHT PROJECT NEWS" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-3461106944484927556</id><published>2009-01-05T21:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:02:25.007Z</updated><title type="text">Celebrity Big Brother</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/elf-732965.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/elf-732606.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's more disturbing LaToya Jackson's nose or Mutya's acrylics, they're huge. They're bigger than Verne, i hope they don't fall off, they could puncture the tyre of his shopmobility scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i miss Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-3461106944484927556?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3461106944484927556" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/3461106944484927556" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2009/01/celebrity-big-brother.html" title="Celebrity Big Brother" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-540812734276180426</id><published>2008-12-20T15:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:53:00.094Z</updated><title type="text">LEGG AND PEGG</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/SimonPegg4-738878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://www.alancarr.net/diary/uploaded_images/SimonPegg4-738848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sunday Night Project was such a laugh last night, we had Simon Pegg hosting and it really was a joy. He was so funny and was a fan of the show, which made mine and Justins job so much better (the amount of times we've had to tell the hosts that me and Justin aren't lovers, and no were not thinking of having a civil ceremony!! - but if OK magazine paid enough money I'd do, it. I'm not proud. I'd open an Al-Queda training camp if the money was right). But not only was it a joy but I got to cross off my last wish from my 2008 wish list - to play Diana 'I'm just a girl from Blackburn' Vickers from X-Factor in a sketch. Simon played Eggnog as an Ewok and strangely, it worked. Justin makes a beautiful Alexandra, if you squint and put some lino over the tv screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it me, or is it not very Christmassy this year? I didn't feel too full of Christmas Spirit, i went out for a drive to see the happy faces of all the shoppers - Christ I wish i'd never bothered. Miserable people scowling, pushing and shoving, then believe it or not I saw Dr. Legg (from Eastenders fame) standing alone outside a closed down 'Woolies' - i'm not too proud to tell you I nearly wept, it was such a heartwarming sight, two icons from yesteryear together, it was like Cliff Richard and Kiki Dee in 'Mistletoe and Wine'. I had to pull over and have a mulled wine, well, any excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440532160443708735-540812734276180426?l=blog.alancarr.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/540812734276180426" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440532160443708735/posts/default/540812734276180426" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.alancarr.net/2008/12/legg-and-pegg.html" title="LEGG AND PEGG" /><author><name>Alan Carr News</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17937306279899299663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440532160443708735.post-7776049906594754981</id><published>2008-12-08T00:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:36:57.083Z</updated><title type="text">APOLOGIES ALL ROUND</title><content type="html">Hello All, Just a quick note to apologise to all the people who were offended by me 'dedicating' my award to Karen Matthews. For those of you who have enjoyed my comedy and seen my act over the last seven years you all would have got used to my tongue in cheek style and near the knuckle observations. Last night at the Comedy Awards was no exception, after being asked by a journalist why I hadn't dedicated the award to anyone or said anything controversial in my speech. I said 'it wasn't really my thing to be controversial ' but in a flash of inspiration I said 'I'll dedicate it to Karen Matthews'. The journalists in the room burst out laughing aware that&lt;br /&gt;my tongue couldn't have been further in my cheek, I went on to say that she was 'a gay icon' and that 'I would love to work with her'. Just to put the record straight I was being ironic, these aren't my real sentiments obviously. So apologies to everyone, i am so sorry if you are offended I was taking the piss but if you've seen me before you'll know that already. 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