Just been to the gym and the arm that clung to Matt for dear life as he hauled me across the stage last night is stiff as a rusty old hinge that's been lying on the seabed for 45 years.

I can see I'm going to develop one weird tough monkey arm over the next few weeks while the other arm will be as puny as ever.

Still, the incentive of being light enough to carry drove me along to the gym in the first place. I was very tempted not to go and then thought of the dragging scene and this spurred me on.

Usually - age old cliche - I make myself gym-go with thoughts of the next awards do or the next bikini opportunity. I guess this makes a nice change.