Michael Approved Things:

In a segment blatantly stolen from inspired by the lovely Mr. 'Rnak, here follows a fair few Michael Approved Things. How fantastic!

Michael Approved Person: Hilary Duff. There was a time when I used to dress in yellow, when I wanted to dress in gold. It's a good job Hilary minced her way into my life to teach me to take a crazy chance, and even do a crazy dance. She's ace.

Michael Approved Newspaper Column: The NME - despite being otherwise the most evil rag on earth - has a rather fantastic gossip column, not least because the columnist himself is rather hot, and smatters his column with references that the average NME reader (who works hard for 326 days a year to keep himself in subscription to a magazine that will lead him to beleive Girls Aloud aren't culturally important) might miss. The Mystery NME Gossip Columnist To A Man Who Likes Fighting's Bodyguard: It's your duty (to protect his booty). See?

Michael Approved Corporate Cash-In Credible Bootleg: Get Into The Hollywood Groove - despite the crap title and dodgy backing track - is, quite frankly, fucking bonza. Madonna trills Hollywood and an alternate version of Into The Groove with The Mister yelling And Misdemeanor say, '[Insert Brand Name Here] is the best!'. Truly she is like none other.

Michael Approved Forthcoming Single: The 8, Not Triple finally get round to releasing Sundown in the coming months. It's fucking excellent. That's all you need to know.

Michael Approved Eighties Film: Return To Oz. One of - if not the - best film ever. Unlike its shiny, happy prequel, Return To Oz featured no song and dance numbers, and had the alternate title, The Adventures of the Devil from the Sky. Fairuza Balk was even scary when she was a ten year old.

Michael Approved Record Shop: RPM in Newcastle, who had two copies of Patrick The Wolf Boy's CD in stock and were playing A Boy Like Me when I toddled in this afternoon. It made me feel guilty, not buying anything (despite Tiga's Mix CD looking rather ownable).

Michael Approved Forthcoming Band/Interviewees: Fannypack make me want to dig out my pink hot pants and write raps about lady bits. You'll have to decide for yourself whether this is a good thing.