Yesterday I was mostly wearing...

Liberty floral shirt, moss green tie and belt, white jeans, pink moccasins (!) and khaki jacket.

Take that, gay cowboys

So Robbie and Gary think it's hilarious to have a spoof Brokeback Mountain vid for their new single. The best part of making up is when you're making up, goes the song, and after 15 years apart the two songsters suggest with barely suppressed smirks and lingering looks that they might be more than just chums. There were a lot of gay rumours about virtually all of Take That back in the day, so perhaps this is a sly reference to that now they're both married chaps (Robbie just recently). Brokeback Mountain was ultimately a very moving love story with a great deal of subtletly. This has none.

Pub opera anyone?

To the Soho Theatre this week to see a cracking new version of La Boheme. I'm not a huge fan of opera, though I used to go and see the more theatrical productions at ENO in the Eighties. I don't really know enough to appreciate the music but, more crucially, I find the psychology of the characters and plotlines simplistic in comparison with theatre. Take Puccini's La Boheme: in just five minutes, Rodolfo and the tubercular Mimi are swearing undying love. Bit OTT, really, but I guess that's opera for you.

All praise to OperaUpClose, then, whose modern-day, Soho-set version, with four casts of young (now there's a refreshing change for opera) classically trained singers, has been playing at the unlikely venue of the Cock Tavern Theatre in Kilburn, for a record-breaking 6 months before transferring to Soho Theatre, a venue with lively programming and reasonably priced tickets right in the West End.

Robin-Norton-Hale's captivating production - in which the second act café scene takes place down in the theatre bar, with cast and chorus mingling with the punters - is a complete delight. Definitely one for anyone who wants to give opera a whirl.

Thanks, D&G!

So Dolce & Gabbana reckon the best men's style is to be found on the streets of London, not Milan. Well I guess they would say that when they are launching their new outfits for Chelsea FC.

Nice, though, from those great arbiters of sexy style (if not always the best tailoring). Italian men are among the best dressed on the planet, with an insouciant sense of what looks good - but they tend to resemble Identikit fashion plates.

So London comes top when it comes to looking good, simply by dint of our sense of individuality and our ability to mix things up a bit. All very true but one of the biggest looks coming in is that of the Italian gigolo – all slicked-back hair, shirts open as far as decency will allow (or not) and sockless feet in slip-ons. Time to search for your inner lounge lizard.