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A lot has happened here since I last blogged. I think that’s probably why I haven’t blogged.

For one thing I wound up locked in the bathroom of my new flat for what felt like an inordinate amount of time. Fortunately I had my phone with me. But the only housemate whose number I had, had her phone on silent in her bag and was totally engrossed in Dirty Dancing on the telly with the door shut and couldn’t hear my desperate cries. So I facebooked my plight. I was promptly innundated with unhelpful messages from unhelpful people. Most of them began with the varying derivatives of the sound of laughter.

Then I got a bit paranoid. It was very hot. I was concerned I might run out of air. I opened the window. All fine. Then I worried that if I was in there for much longer I would have nowhere to ‘go’ – in extreme circumstances nature inevitably calls. In this particular bathroom there is no loo. Meanwhile I was still receiving facebook messages to the tune of “This has made my evening. Thank you to all involved”. I needn’t point out that actually it was only me and the door ‘involved’ and that the door was holding me against my will. I had to get out. I began smashing at the lock with a plastic hairbrush… no joy.

When Staff Writer of Total Politics (and housemate of Katy Scholes) arrived home I had to call her Political Editor because I still couldn’t be heard over the brooding, squelchy sounds emanating from Patrick Swayze’s manly, man muscles. Amber Elliott rang Caroline and informed her, between laughs, about my pickle.

Caroline ran upstairs and booted the door so hard – without prior warning – that it flung open, swung over my foot and whacked me on the bonce. Fortunately I’d already lost my big toenail in a freak accident at a wedding earlier this year so my foot, largely, went unscathed – but I’ll never get those brain cells back.

On facebook, in case you were wondering, 12 people ‘liked’ this.

Aside from that, we’ve got a new publicity manager. She is wonderful, as you can see from this picture.

See how she smiles and looks all professional. She is too. Smiley and professional, that is. That said, she has just swanned off on a two week holiday to the Big Apple. Who does that?

On top of that, bossman James Stephens is back in action after he spent some time in a hospital bed being all lazy. The result of a burglary which got a bit stabby. He’s OK now. And we’re all very glad of the fact. I should point out that James was the burgled, not the burglar and the stabbee not the stabber. Welcome back James!

In the past two weeks we’ve published a number of books that have hit the headlines, Matthew Collins’ Hate under the spotlight here in the Indi, Nick Clegg: The Biography had a full four pages of coverage in the Mail on Saturday, Daniel Kawczynski, author of the fully updated Seeking Gaddafi: Libya, the West and the Arab Spring laid down his plan for the future of Libya in the Sunday Express last week, and Nigel West could be heard on the Today Programme on Monday speaking about the subject of his latest book, Operation Garbo.

So despite there being a slight lack of blogging (it’ll never happen again, I promise) it’s not like we’ve been doing nothing.