This was always going to be Morrissey's week, but after Monday's cancellation it became even more so. I've spent the whole week obsessively checking online to see whether he would play last night. Tuesday's cancelled TV appearance didn't helped, and Wednesday's cancelled gig caused despair. Even up to the minute before I left the house last night I didn't quite think it would happen. But it did and he was absolutely amazing!

He played in the theatre on the pier at Great Yarmouth. This is exciting for many reasons: no one ever plays Great Yarmouth - it's in the middle of nowhere; it's a theatre on a pier - just how exciting is that! The whole thing is just so reminiscent of Everyday is like Sunday, his second solo single: "This is the coastal town/That they forgot to close down/Armageddon - come Armageddon!"



The theatre is literally a great big theatre standing on the middle of the pier. I love piers, there's something wonderful about being on land and over water at the same time, although the one in Yarmouth seems to be mostly over sand. It's filled with the inevitable arcades and food shops and is gloriously tacky. I grinned all the way down it!

The theatre was very dark, quite wide but not very deep, so even at three-quarters of the way back I got a fantastic view. It was all seated, but the seating was unreserved so it was something of a free-for-all. I sat down next to a woman who turned out to be very chatty and quite mad! Lucky she went to the bar just as he came on and was never seen again!

The support band were Doll & the Kicks: a female singer who yelped slightly and three men. They were a bit spikey in a Franz Ferdinand/Blondie kind of way, and actually by the time they finished I was really enjoying them.

Then they played some films, which was a genius idea - instead of watching fat roadies fiddle with cables we got to see a selection of Morrissey's favourite bands, in a youtube kind of way. It started with a Sparks single about him and included Shirley Bassey as well of lots of people I didn't recognise. Before you knew it it was time for Morrissey!

He started with This Charming Man, a very early Smiths single, and played a surprising amount of other Smiths songs too, but also plenty of the new album, which sounds like it was made to be played live and loud.

He sounded great, any fears about his health were unfounded, although Morrissey being Morrissey he did mention it in oblique ways. He looked ridiculously handsome in a black shirt and good jeans, then during Let Me Kiss You he took his top off and finished the song topless - the scream he got from the audience was surprisingly lusty and I can't imagine I was the only one who wouldn't have fancied a bit of a snog with him right there and then, which seems so wrong.

Highlight? Apart from the shirt coming off? I really enjoyed Death of a Disco Dancer, a song from the last Smiths album which I've never heard him play before. But really the whole thing was stunning: the venue was great, the audience was up for it, and Morrissey was God-like! I wish I was following the whole tour now...

I had an evening out with the 24 year old last night. I'm enjoying friendly things with him at the moment, without the expectation of sex, and it's working out well.

We started the evening in Pizza Express. Astonishingly he'd never been in one before! Where has he been living?! As always the food was lovely - I don't think I've ever had a bad meal in one of their restaurants.

Then we went to the cinema to see Star Trek. I don't really do sci-fi, I just don't get the whole alien thing. It's lumped together in my head with ghosts and God - things I don't believe in because no one can prove to me they do. I understand that statistically there might be something out there but until someone can prove it there's more interesting things on Earth to bother with. I don't like how that makes me sound - it makes me sound unimaginative, which isn't true, there's just a thin line between imaginative and head in the clouds...

I hardly know anything about Star Trek, I doubt I've seen a whole episode of the original series, or any of the spin-offs, but I have seen one of the films before. I think it might have been First Contact, which I went to see with Robert, and remember being completely baffled by it.

So how surprising that I really enjoyed the new film! It's a prequel and is about how Spock and Kirk came to be on the Enterprise in the first place. I think I knew just about enough about the series to understand what was going on, although there was a bit in the middle involving Vulcans, Romulans, black holes and red matter that baffled me so I just sat back and enjoyed the ride!

The cast were mostly unknown to me, apart from the bloke who plays Syler in Heroes who plays Spock, and who is so uncannily like him it's scary! The lovely Simon Pegg is in it too, although he's saddled with a bad Scottish accent and a comedy character that makes him annoying. Pity.

The special effects are magnificent! Just simply stunning! And the outfits are surprisingly sexy, in a narrow-legged 60s kind of way. It was all a bit unexpected! and great fun!

Tentative good news about Morrissey: the word on the street is that he's going to play Great Yarmouth tomorrow night. I can feel my excitement returning - let's just hope it's true!

If I'd been in London yesterday I was going to go to Kew Gardens where they have this amazing new thing where you actually walk amongst the top of trees. But I wasn't in London, and I wasn't at work either, so I needed an alternative. I went to IKEA.

Don't panic, I'm not buying more furniture! The house is lovely as it is and doesn't need any more stuff in it. But my niece's birthday is fast approaching and the only thing she wanted for her bedroom, which is also on the verge of completion, was those wavy mirrors they do. We'd planned to get some, but I just thought I'd have to go after work or at a weekend to do it.

But instead I went yesterday, which turned out to be a much better idea as it was sunny enough to have the car roof down, which instantly lifted my spirits, and the busiest bit of IKEA turned out to be the canteen. I stayed an hour, long enough to decide I need a new kitchen. God help me.

I spent the rest of the day dyeing sheets, although that went hideously wrong so I'm now going to have to buy some anyway!

Morrissey update: he cancelled Jools Holland's TV show last night, and has cancelled a gig in Birmingham tonight. I have tickets for Great Yarmouth (Friday) and Cambridge (Saturday) and frankly am at the stage where I wish he'd just cancel the lot as I can't stand the waiting and wondering. Which is a pity as I was listening to the new album again yesterday and it really is excellent.

I didn't wake up in an orange hotel room room to discover yesterday's fiasco was all a dream. More's the pity. I've decided to go ahead with my day off, even though I could have easily cancelled it, and have something slightly less interesting planned. But the sun's shining so maybe it will turn out to be a nice day after all.

I was so obsessed with Morrissey yesterday that I forgot to mention Boy George - he was released from prison yesterday and looks better than he has done in years. Let's hope he's sorted himself out this time, it would be nice to have a happy, healthy Boy George back instead of some insane lunatic.

And what about Jordan & Peter Andre? Yes he's an annoying twat, but something about him made her a better, more likable person, so I was unexpectedly sad that they've split up. Inevitably the bitching has begun already...

I didn't end up in London after all. Morrissey did what many of us feared/expected - he cancelled. I found out at work when I was online checking my email and was so disappointed I could have cried. I was really looking forward to it - it's Morrissey; it was at the Royal Albert Hall, an incredibly iconic venue; and I'm loving the new album.

Unfortunately Morrissey has got himself a bit of a reputation as a man who cancels. It's not helped by his refusal to explain himself. It just looks like he's sulking. He may genuinely be ill, but he does it every tour and yet never seems to learn anything from it. He's given me so much pleasure over the years I can forgive him almost anything, but really he doesn't help himself!

I've got tickets for Great Yarmouth (Friday) and Cambridge (Saturday), but as they're both relatively small and insignificant venues I can't help thinking he'll ditch them both. Let's wait and see.

I'd booked a hotel in London for the night as it was going to be tricky to get back, but there was no point in using it as I had nothing planned tomorrow and was just going to potter around. I'm disappointed I didn't get to try out the easyhotel, but I'm sure there'll be another time.

In a "here's what you could have won" kind of way I'll leave you with his Godliness:

I didn't go out last night, which was probably just as well. I ended up having a quiet relaxed kind of day, attempting to catch up on some of the stuff I neglected in the week, which mostly meant ironing.

I'm off to London after work today to see Morrissey. I'm a little overexcited, which is why I'm up so early. But also a bit panicky - reports from last night's gig in Liverpool are that he's on antibiotics, which would suggest that he's likely to cancel something very soon. Please God don't let it be tonight!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANET! XXX

I could have stayed in last night, but I've got my going out head on at the moment so that's what did. So Saturday night, theoretically I'm still young enough to go clubbing, but instead I joined a small handful of old people to watch a man sing Noel Coward songs. And it was fab!

Not just any old man though, this one is very talented and I've seen him do his show about Kenneth Williams twice and loved it. He's an old fashioned kind of performer, very gay, very funny, very fabulous!

Turns out I know very little about Noel Coward. I've only ever seen one of his plays, and only then once it had been made into a film. Of course I love Brief Encounter, which he wrote, and have seen him acting in The Italian Job, and know a few of his songs from hearing other people singing them, but other than that I'm woefully ignorant. This is something of a scandal, which I will be doing my best to rectify.

From what I heard last night the man was clearly a genius. The songs were simply stunning! Clever, funny, sad, nostalgic - all the things I love! And yet very, very contemporary: the words for There are bad times just around the corner are perfect for now; We all wear a Green Carnation is a fab song about being gay, although as I can't find the lyrics online you'll have to trust me about that; and What's going to become of the tots? is about parents who never grow up. I could go on for days!

The man performing them was fab too! He's more of an actor than a singer, which is what these kinds of songs needs, plus he's gay, which they need a little of too. He danced, he wore hats, he sat on a stool for the serious numbers, and he was completely charming. And surprisingly handsome in a dinner jacket. I want a bit more of this kind of glamour in my life, I think I deserve it!

Anyway, I had so much fun trying to find a clip to illustrate this with. It could have been Noel himself singing a song about a woman from Argentina, or Pet Shop Boys singing If love were all (or Rufus or Judy Garland doing the same), or dozens of others. But the best find was Frida from ABBA doing Mad about the boy: