Many weeks ago, not long after I had come out of hospital I wrote about some of the little things that were helping me feel better, both physically and in general. So we are now 25* weeks on from my operation. That's right, 25 weeks ago I was sitting in St Thomas' Hospital watching the filming of James Bond from my window, listening...

It was a Friday night, we sat in Pizza Hut after only ordering chocolate fudge cake trying you work it out. What could out happened to make something that was so great go so so wrong? What was going to happen next? Would we ever see them again? Why would Charlie leave Busted? That was 10 years ago, when a lot of my friends weren't old...