
The long haul is over and we've arrived on the frozen summer shores of Blighty once again. As you may suspect from the picture, those damn celebrities have been stalking us again. You just can't get away from them. This time, my old mate Piers Morgan insisted on sitting next to us on the front row of the plane up to Newcastle. We had a good chat on topics ranging from Danni Minogue to Englands dismal showing in the World Cup, the latter point prompting him to pick up his laptop and write up his article for the Mail on Sunday tomorrow. Well either that or he didn't want to talk to us any more. Anyone who's on speaking terms with our other Geordie celebrity mates (Ant 'n' Dec, Alan Shearer) - is OK with us.
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