Oh dear - my loving family tells me this column is known as Gush Weekly and that I spend so much time namedropping that I am not giving enough time to the serious business of gossip or books.
I must try harder.
Right now, I am in an internet cafe in Fiji sending in this important column.
In case you are foolish enough to read Fairfax newspapers instead of your own totally independent and wonderfully free-thinking Otago Daily Times, you may be under the impression that Fiji's Government has clamped down on all media, but it's not true.
Anyone who wants to find out what's happening can go online here and read whatever they want.
Anyone who has no interest in the important happenings of the world buys the Fairfax-owned Fiji Times, which, as it always has done, focuses on potholes in the Fiji roads, the thinking of Paul the octopus and enormously entertaining handy hints pages.
I was very taken with this week's suggestions for teenagers wanting to earn a bit of extra dosh.
One of them was to offer to shovel snow from your neighbour's path.
Can't help thinking that they would find it hard to earn money that way.
The Arrowtown School PTA quiz is coming up and, as I have been invited to join the world-famous team which still basks in the glory of being the winner in 2004, I am doing my darndest to read up on useless information and make some valuable contributions to my team.
So far, I have stored away the fact that Spain won the 2010 football World Cup.
I did watch it at some ungodly hour in the morning, and then got incomprehensible shouted messages on my phone from darling daughter who is living in Barcelona this year and was at the party of her life.
Spain does great parties, even when it hasn't won anything at all, so it would have been a huge deal being there for Monday morning's success.
Fiji Times cover to cover (takes about five minutes), I have read the pretty disgusting and unputdownable Direct Red - A Surgeon's Story, by Gabriel Weston.
Weston is a British surgeon who has written exactly what being a chopper-upper of bodies entails.
She talks you through dissection classes and muses that in any other occupation you would be arrested for the things medical students are taught to do. And from there she goes on to what really happens in the operating theatre once the anaesthetic is working.
This is not the book to give to someone going in for an op, but it is very compelling reading and she tells some great stories.
I have never had a moment when I thought I could be a surgeon, and this book has done everything to prove that not becoming one was a wise and happy decision, not just for me, but for any poor fool who might have ended up in my care.
I've had more emails and messages from you lately asking for a list of my favourite book recommendations, so to make it more interesting, I would love to hear from some of you what your top 10 would be.
I hate being away from home when bad news comes, and I was very sad to get an email telling me that Heather Cummings died suddenly when out for a walk on her Swedish holiday with husband Evan.
She was one of the mighty Wakatipu Circumnavigators over the past year, and she will be very much missed.
