Everything went to pieces a bit this week. You see there's some things that make me feel good about life, some people who restore my ok-ness about things. These people need to stay alive, if they refuse to and remind me of the awfulness of life I am a bit thrown. So anyway, my car who is my best friend (we spend most of our time together, I tell it things I don't tell anyone else etc) and gets me through life, quite literally, decided that in the week that one of these crucially important people should die it just couldn't go on and died too. My little car who has been so supportive and good to me and not minded not seeing much of the world, had had enough. On Thursday it started to shudder and shake and cough out smoke and just stopped. It let me get as far as the garage and then it just stopped. How thoughtful. I still don't know what the verdict is but it's not looking good, guv. So that's John Peel and my car gone. For some reason, the fact I couldn't go anywhere and was completely stranded meant I had enough time for a routine mental breakdown on Friday. Being aware of the outcome of such a turn, I had no choice but to divert the worst by making cakes. Lots of them. I now have lots of cakes. And John Peel is still dead and my car is still broken. I still have a crap job, 4 big photography projects to do in 6 weeks and no time to do them, a sense of emptiness and loss when I listen to music and lots of cakes.

I was pretty devastated to learn today that John Peel died last night whilst in Peru with his wife. I have never met the guy but he is like the father I never had. I mean, I have a father but he isn't responsible for bringing Jimi Hendrix's music to the masses or championing punk in the 1970s or promoting music that sounds like a washing machine breaking down at twilight hours on Radio 1. I know many people who have expressed a wish that John Peel was their dad - it's just one of those things you talk about. I remember listening to his show on Radio 1 in the nineties when I was a teenager and recording bands that I thought were going to be important. I particularly loved a cassette I bought in a second hand shop of a Babes in Toyland Peel session loads and would play it repeatedly. Later in the nineties John Peel came to Oxford and made a Sound of the Suberbs documentary for channel 4 about the local music scene. He interviewed Dustball in bass player Tarrent's back garden and those of us who had done squealed things like 'I've sat on that chair! I've drunk from that mug' or things to that effect. He also talked to the Samurai Seven at the now no more Manor Ground about, if I remember correctly, drinking girly drinks and being sick on themselves, and listened to James from Nought playing the electric drill in his house whilst a neighbour banged on the front door to complain about the noise. What a legend. It's really hard to imagine what young bands will aspire to now, as 'doing a Peel Session' is somewhat of a land mark in your career to build up to; I'm still waiting to do mine. The Rock Of Travolta's Peel Session was an exciting event for everyone who knew them and JP was very complimentary in supporting them and many bands I know. He was a truly sweet guy who is to thank for so much, I really wish he hadn't died so young, it's a massive loss to the human race and music in general. I can't imagine what his family and in particular his children must be feeling now. RIP JP, you are much loved, I wish I could have met you and told you in person.

OUT NOW!!!!! Freedom Road Records presents A Catholic Education a cd compilation of new (ish) bands, signed and unsigned. It features the man who bangs away every night in my attic, causing my books to fall off my shelves and my nerves to fray, Will. AKA The Nailbomb Cults. To get your hands on a copy go to Polar Bear Records, Avid Records or HMV in Oxford or visit the link to Freedom records above and have one sent to you. Other notable bands/artists on the cd include....Trademark, Days Of Grace, Piney Gir and Nervous_Testpilot.

If you like what you hear you can also try to get your hands on a free copy of the latest Oxfordbands Compilation Vol 2 which features Nailbomb Cults, Boywithatoy and some other local gubbins I can't be bothered to list. Go to Oxfordbands for more info. Right, enough unpaid promotion for one day, I'm off to promote nothing in my pyjamas in bed. And if you could see my pyjamas you'd know why they promote nothing....I don't actually own pyjamas...I generally sleep in my nuddy pants...I am not trying to be suggestive, it is a mere fact...indeed if you saw me in my nuddy pants you may suggest turning off the light and leaving quietly...I have very little clothes, I am incredibly poor...I meant little in amount, I don't have very little clothes - as in Borrower size, although my legs are short, my feet are small and I can wear children's gloves...it is unkind to take gloves from small children so I try to only demonstrate this fact when they are not looking...I'm very tired, 7th day in a row of working/college...auvoir.

Hello kittens, I need your help if possible. I am doing a movie photo shoot for college which requires the following props: an axe, an adult skeleton outfit, an adult clown outfit, a man who looks like Jake Gyllenhall and a 6 ft Bunny. That's right my friends, I am recreating scenes from cult indie classic, Bambi - doh! I mean: ....Donnie Darko! If anyone has any of these items (!!) please let me know! I also may require a high up road that over-looks a valley, a red ferrari and Drew Barrymore but these things may be harder to come by

I have now found my animal counterpart. Check out her 'special skills' - the similarities are endless. Katy.

I'd like to thank my friend Sholan for introducing me to my new favourite band Zlad - I've no idea who they are but the male singer sounds a lot like a French Stephan Hawkins and the band in general are no strangers to spiky mullets and PVC. Also they would like to put their ring of Jupiter onto your finger. Genius! No expense was spared during the making of their video or indeed lessons on miming and lip-syncing! It's time for down-splash! Enjoy.

A shadow of her former self (with killer legs). Please resist all desires to start singing The Rasmus. Thank you. 

Squib shows me another exciting day in the glamourous and well-paid world of photography. One day you're photographing Rachel Stevens, the next...although word on the farm is that this chicken is the next big thing. 

Puss in (Car) Boot - a random kitten jumps into my car as we unload cameras on location. Sadly I am not allowed to keep her. 

What? No diving board?