I went to see the lovely Joanne (the blonde one from Gavin and Stacey) last Saturday afternoon in a play called Fat Pig. If you are so inclined and visiting London whatever you do, don't read the post it notes that they put in the foyer for people to comment about the play when you've seen it. I read one which gave me a bit of an insight into the ending. And although it wasn't really something that ruined it for me, I did sort of wait for the thing to happen. I loved what is a clever contemporary play which had an element of Gavin and Stacey about it, but have to say that Joanne had a bit of a problem with the American accent that the characters adopt, as the show is set in New York. Unfortunately she's going to have a problem attempting to get the Welsh out of her voice in just about any accent she tries to take on. Now there's unlovely!

After watching the Patsy Kensit "Who do you think you are" last week, the series where famous names retrace their ancestors through their family tree, I decided I had to try and put to bed something which my brother and I have been toying with finding out over a period of time. It involves my Grandad and I won't give you any more than that for the moment but suffice to say, I now know who my Great Great Great Grandfather and mother are on one side and am still working on the other side. I'm waiting for a few Birth Death and Marriage certificates and have been pretty excited going through everything in this past week and stumbling across answers which got me shouting "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I know this will have you saying I don't get out much these days, but hey it's an alternative and really I'm sure it's as good as winning Bingo when you find a bit of the jigsaw that you have been searching for for ages and have almost given up. Frances A was born in Scarborough by the way! Who'd have thought it! And Irish parents – weird. Is there a thread here with the Welsh connection too?

The other thing that has been my passion this week has been the Olympics. It finally began for me last Thursday with the athletics kickin goff, and then the whole field opened up with us picking up medals left right and centre. We had Sunderland boxer Tony Jeffries' dad on the show on Wednesday morning after his lad's guaranteed bronze. I had phoned him at 5.30am and said I would be calling back at 8.15 to go live on the air. He told me he was off to The Silk Market which is a general market on eight floors which sells just about everything from Jade and Silks to fake goods and I was a bit worried that he would be totally lost in there and forget about our chat, but no he was in a taxi when I phoned back and was pretty excited about further medals for Tony. If I remember correctly he could have bought some at the market!

Well not that much amusing or interesting this week, but I have been distracted by a few other things. Now then, so my Welsh cousin twice removed got married to my Scottish Great Great nephew Hamish. That means I've got Scottish, Welsh, Irish and Wearside blood in me Uh Oh! sounds dangerous!