Still waiting for a one-to-one with Chelsy
Paparazzi in West Yorkshire used to be few and far between - I was absolutely amazed to be 'papped' last year when I was out on the town with the comedian Alan Carr - but now Leeds is crawling with celebrity snappers.
They're all of course on the hunt for Prince Harry's girlfriend Chelsy Davy, the potential future princess, who's now studying at Leeds University. She's been in the papers striding across the campus, all blonde hair and sunglasses, instead of the usual pictures of her falling out of Mayfair's plushest nightspots.
The 21-year-old Zimbabwean is a mega-keen clubber and I can exclusively reveal that one of the first venues she tried out in Leeds was my very own club Mission on Lower Briggate.
She came in two or three months ago - apparently, believe it or not, with Prince William's girlfriend Kate Middleton - on a Friday night.
My staff told me the pair and their mates were surrounded by six burly security guys who flashed military ID and wanted to know where all the exits were. There were more guards in a car outside, on hand to whisk them away later.
The club manager. Adam, got straight on to me to let me know who was in the club but I hardly believed them - why would Chelsy be in Leeds? That was before everyone knew she'd be studying here.
They'd been sitting and chatting in the annexe, which is a bit odd in itself because Fridays - not our greatest night of the week - at that time were called Vibe Alite, and it was a hardcore rave night.
I was told third-hand that Prince Edward was in Yorkshire on a function and wanted to come down and meet the girls but security warned him off, saying the banging tunes might not be to his taste!
I had a scout round the busy club but I couldn't see them - perhaps I'd just missed them. Anyway, I'm still waiting for my one to one with Chelsy. Surely we'll run in to each other some time soon? If I do, Examiner readers will be the first to hear about it!
I read in the paper that reporters from national papers are renting flats and houses in Headingley in the hope of spotting Chelsy, with or without her prince. So it looks like there's a queue of people who'd like to meet her.
The upshot is that even though there's been no sign of her at Mission since she's been a resident in our city, there are photographers out and about all the time on the off-chance. We've never felt so glamorous!
Nights in pink velvet
If Chelsy calls into our other venue, Fibre, on Lower Briggate, she'll find it fit for a princess cos we've just finished doing it out. Thursday was our big launch night - complete with eager paps outside, hoping that she might turn up!
The good thing about the smoking ban is that we've been able to run riot with amazing fabrics such as sofas in Cadbury's purple and shocking pink velvet, safe in the knowledge that they're not going to be covered in fag burns.
Neither will we have dirty streaks up the eye-wateringly expensive wallpaper we've invested in. Now all we need is a chewing gum ban. Gum, of course, is the other big decor menace for venues like ours.
We had an interior designer from Manchester on board for the transformation, but he basically agreed with whatever we suggested, meaning he couldn't be bothered - or we are brilliant designers with amazing eyes for interior excellence!
His name is Rio - and he's nabbed my mate's jacket
One of my business partners, Shaun, was delighted to spot a perfect Gucci jacket in Flannels in Leeds.
Unfortunately they didn't have it in his size.
A couple of phonecalls revealed that Selfridges in Manchester did indeed have one of the hard-to-get-hold-of £2,500 garments to fit him. So he excitedly jumped in his car and made his way over the Pennines.
When he got there, shamefaced staff barely dared to admit that the prized jacket had been sent over to the Leeds store as it had been baggsied by another customer... one Rio Ferdinand.
Shaun, understandably, was hopping mad that he'd been chasing around for nothing. He's still to calm down - or get his hands on that must-have jacket!