I realised this week that i’d actually written more than 250,000 words in the last 2 years. Not an insignificant achievement, and i barely remember 1% of them. My head was decompressing on the riverside tonight from not having eaten or slept in 3 days due to being cooped up in the studio recording and mixing Jake’s band. It’s quite a departure for us, as we did it on an incredibly small budget and it was an experiment in what we could do with little or no resources. I’m hoping it will be the first of many artists we can help to get on the road.

I write so much that i thought it’s about time i did the world in pictures instead, in true tabloid celebrity magazine style.  I lead a very bizarre life, and it gets more fun each day - i never regretted my hatred of offices and stuffy suited bullshit. Music, TV and film are just *fun* on a scale you couldn’t believe you’d get paid for. We haven’t even scratched the surface yet. I have plans and projects on the go with so many different people that it’s almost impossible to keep up.

So here’s a little insight into my week, and my life, all in pictures.

Recording Raw Peaches at Terminal Studios in London (Ms Chloe Waddington’s trio)

Joby, sorry - Joby Lewis Rothwell Stephens - working away on set pissing around with a Steadicam:

The unstoppably and wondefully gorgeous Persia Pirelli, my favourite new talent: I love this girl.

A very relaxed temporary office in Earls Court:

A bizarre and random note i saw in a Clapham phone box:

Virgilio posted up the photos from our little acoustic night at The Links in Liphook:

And last, but not least, winner of the “sexiest picture ever” award goes to Caroline “The Rack” Tiernan-Locke: God i fancy this girl.  Her positivity makes her the sexiest thing on the planet as far as i’m concerned. Lock up your manfolk.