In truth I think we have suffered from a degree of "Afghan fatigue" amongst the viewing public. To date there have been some very fine series and films on the war in Afghanistan and a few rather lacklustre ones that, it seemed to me, just wanted to jump on the band wagon.

So much goes into making films, the usual blood, sweat and tears thing, that to see the final credits role at the end is like experiencing a sort of bereavement. Not sure I can fully explain this but filmmakers out there will know what I mean.

Take a shot, let's get drunk and hit the dance floor. Sorry, you caught me mid flow of the K Mart Barbie twin's Hollywood anthem, and did you see Andrew Stone grinding upon that kitchen work surface praying it was a woman who actually believes he is straight?

Last night the self-confessed 'triple threat' Andrew Stone couldn't get enough of the sound of his own voice, as he went in to great detail about his life, loves and career crushes. If that man ever releases a book, which he actually hinted at during last night's self-indulgent bore fest, it will probably sell as well as Alan Partridge's Bouncing Back but won't come with free torch or Chocolate Orange.

I'm just going to say it; I think that this series of Celebrity Big Brother could be the best one yet. Don't get me wrong, the show still lacks that natural magic spark it once had, but it has been replaced by comedy so genius that it writes itself.