I saw Chico in a curry house last night, it was definitely him, apparently he eats there often. As he left I noticed something in his back pocket with the X factor logo on it; after some speculation with a colleague I'm convinced it was his stash of signed photos.

He was with a couple of guys and a woman. The woman was clearly of Caucasian origins, but was incredibly brown. she looked like she may have just accompanied Laurence of Arabia across the Sinai desert, or has the same sun bed routine as Jodie Marsh. Imagine Beyonce is on the telly and you turn your contrast down by 50 percent and you will have a pretty accurate idea. (How un-black are America's famous blacks? Colin Powell, he just looks jaundice.)

This time I kept my cool. The restaurant was quiet and by far the best one for miles so I didn't harass the celeb. I did eavesdrop a little however. It seems one of the guys with Chico is a script writer (could we see Cheeko in the movies?) and they were talking about inspiration. Apparently when Cheeko writes it just comes; genius can't be forced of course. I could almost imagine the moment when he envisaged those immortal words: "If you take life too serious you can get delirious. It's Cheeko time". Wow.

I didn't get much more celeb gold, but the brown woman, lets just call her Jodie Marsh (she wasn't), said something like "the film Million Dollar Baby broke all the Hollywood rules". How exactly does a film with Hollywood A-listers Morgan Freeman and Clint Eastwood in their trade mark roles of, wise old oppressed black guy / narrator, and hard nosed maverick respectively break any rules. That film was formula all the way down to its heart wrenching moral dilemma ending.

Thats all the scraps I managed to get from celeb land. Except, of course, the half a Kema Nan and an after eight mint that I was able to scavange before the staff came and removed all the celeb flakes. Bastards!