The Unexpected TV Evangelist

Al Murray, the pub landlord, spurs conversion in Brighton.

Haunted makeup brushes

I'm currently on a placement in Romsey Baptist Church, Hampshire.

I'm very grateful to be staying with a member of the church in a wonderful 16th Century cottage of vast proportions, which my host has spent a lot of time, effort and money renovating over the last couple of years. I have a huge room with its own staircase, and most crucially (with my reputation) the entire upstairs is carpeted in a pale cream colour...

Obviously paranoia set in immediately. That's why I took to knocking the excess off a makeup-powder brush on the outside of the window frame. That's how I managed to throw it out into the street the other morning, resulting in a desperate dash down the stairs,through the huge house, out the back door, and round to the front to rescue it before a dust-cart could reverse over it. It was a close shave.

A friend at the church, Chris, dubbed it "a Mrs Doubtfire moment"!