The Prime Minister's appearance on Piers Morgan's Life Stories (watch it here) over the weekend was a world class exercise in spin. With campaigns hotting up from left to right as the General Election approaches, Brown dutifully stepped up to the 'I am an Open Book' mark in an attempt to win over critics and public alike with a a 45 minute interview that delved into his past. And boy did he succeed. Despite a paltry 4.2 million viewers (well behind the number of people who tuned in for Katie Price's confessions after her marriage to Peter Andre broke down - go figure) Brown reminded us all just what a normal and diplomatic chap he is. His favourite band? The Beatles. Of course Gordon. And what of his time as at Edinburgh University in the Sixties, surely he followed "the normal pursuit of a student" to some extent? Rest assured dear public, despite the fact that to the general population and several Home Counties housewives university life is a soul-destroying mix of sex, drugs and rock and roll, the Prime Minister encourages us in the belief that "that's just life". Some may point to the effectiveness of his intense media training over the past few months as the polls suggest that the popularity of New Labour's posterboy soared and swiftly plateaued following his ITV primetime debut, but with his bumbling candidness, his heartfelt loyalty and affection for his family, and his honest openness on his tumultuous relationship with Tony Blair, it wouldn't surprise me if one or two people might just change their minds about him come crunchtime.

The fashion world is in mourning after losing one of its brightest stars as 40 year old fashion designer Lee Alexander McQueen was found dead in his apartment yesterday, just three weeks before showing his A/W 2010/11 collection in Paris. Shooting to fame with his innovative and original graduate pieces at Central Saint Martins, which fellow fashionista and equally troubled Isabella Blow proceeded to buy out completely, McQueen was one of the industry's true visionaries. Known for his tartan, his tailoring and his occasional pyrotechnics, the designer's creations were quick to enter the mainstream with his covetable skull print scarves quickly taking centre stage for most of the Noughties. A real-life fashion maverick, you will be missed Lee.

I'm not going to lie, it's pretty rare that I find myself interested in football. Most of the time I'm in full support of that old adage 'it's a gentleman's game played by hooligans', which is only ever substantiated by the never-ending myriad of kiss and tell stories that end up on the Daily Mail website. And although John Terry's most recent escapades have certainly been taking up more front pages than back, I have to say I'm appalled by the behaviour of someone who occupies such a public role as England Captain. Judging by David Dimbleby's decision to invite George Galloway's opinion on the matter during Thursday's Question Time, it doesn't look like I'm alone, but despite the fact England manager Fabio Capello has now asked Terry to step down from the role, I'm still not sure this makes it ok. Granted, I'm not denying his sporting abilities - the cheeky Essex grin and constant banter in evidence on the pitch certainly lie in his favour when it comes to his teammates - but no doubt in the locker room he's already being touted as a legendary lothario of sorts, and will be restored to his 'rightful' position as leader of the pack and lad about town once the media storm has calmed. Judging by today's reports that he has now bought ex-mistress Vanessa Peroncel's silence for a mere three quarters of a million (about three weeks worth of jogging round a pitch by my reckoning), it seems only a matter of time before Terry's career will be back on track with just a tiny 34-26-34 shaped mark left in his wake. All that remains is to wait and see how long it will take Durex to become England's newest sponsor. Can't wait.

The allure of Paris Couture Week always lies in its escapism (for those of us in London looking forward to another big freeze in the next few days, this applies quite literally), but no one took the fash-pack on a bigger journey this season than Jean Paul Gaultier. From the ancient Aztec inspired sculpted metal breastplates contrasted with swathes of flowing cobalt silks to the gilded Mexican sombreros teamed with wide-leg pinstripe trousers, Gaultier showed us South America at its best; this was an exotic aesthetic without the gaudiness, and a truly original show to mark a new decade of fashion.