I may have mentioned this before but I play in a band. Because I put the band together, and also because I play with two boys and a drummer, it is incumbent on me to do all the band admin: arranging gigs, sorting out rehearsals, soothing egos, y’know, all the glamorous stuff you picture when you dream of being in a band.

One of my many duties is looking after our MySpace page. Imagine my delight last night to discover a message in our inbox. Imagine my rage when the message attempted to poach our drummer. “Hi, this is a message for Staz. We’re the B*** B*** and we’re looking for a drummer. We can’t afford session fees. Would you be interested?”

Like WTF? This is the band equivalent of approaching someone who is clearly on a date and saying: “Hey Babe, lose the zero, get with the hero”. In their partner’s face.

Drummers are very hard to find. Good drummers more so. To find a great girl drummer is nigh-on impossible and I guard mine ferociously. However, I am a fair lady so I did tell Staz that another band was trying to get their hands on her.

But not before I’d checked that my band whipped their arse. Musically speaking of course.