Two interviews today, matey - first wi' Asylum, a "men's lifestyle" web site run by AOL. That be on video, an' somehow be managin' to combine both "confrontational" an' "tongue-in-cheek". Well done t'the interviewer there! Second up: I be courtin' th' all-important student vote wi' a radio an' newspaper interview at Imperial College! They just be within me constituency, an' IC Radio be broadcastin' what they recorded about 6:30pm tonight. I be postin' both o' those here if I be able.

Also, blimey - I be on th' UK home page fer BBC News! That not be happenin' every day. Brian be most offended by "plastic duck", until I be pointin' out that in truth he be mostly polyester, which technically be a plastic. Thank ye also t' Crave at CNET an' th' b3ta newsletter (again!) fer mentionin' me.

Six days, me hearties, until X marks th' spot!

[Edited t' add: The Register be coverin' th' story too, in their usual mostly-trollin' manner!]

Here be a ink t' the whole article! They be th' first t'make a "duckhouse" reference so far,

Today: leaflettin' in Paddington! (Not th' bear, y'understand. Just the region. I not be sure how ye be leaflettin' in Paddington Bear, an' I not be sure I wish to either.)

I be honest wi' ye, mateys - I be havin' a few reservations about goin' up against a half-dozen serious candidates in front o' the public. But as it turned out, I not be needin' t'worry at all.

Some of 'em waffled. (Some did not.) Some of 'em not be the best at speakin' into the microphone. (Some be bloody excellent.) But all of 'em be tied to one thing: a sense o' reality. Me? The audience were on me side from the start, an' I be gettin' plenty o' laughs -- not enough t'disrupt th' proceedin's, but enough that I be breakin' up what could otherwise be quite a slow an' dull event.

But alas, there be a couple o' times where I let ye down, me hearties: I be sorry t'report that -- accidentally an' shockin'ly -- I be makin' a couple o' sensible points.

I not be able t'help it, see. A few o' the audience's questions came a bit close t'me heart, matey, an' fer a couple o' seconds th' pirate jokes slipped away. When an audience member be askin' if state schools should be separated on faith, I be forced t'answer no, an' give a heartfelt reasonin' fer why. (That be gettin' me a round o'applause.) An' when one o' the other candidates be proclaimin' against gay marriage, sayin' that marriage should just be fer producin' children, well, me hearties, I had t'ask him in response whether he be requirin' couples t'take fertility tests an'all. It be a cheap shot, but sometimes those be the best ones.

Afterwards, a couple o' folks be comin' over t'say... well, not that they be votin' fer me, but that if only we be havin' Single Transferable Vote I might be gettin' a low number next t'me name. That be enough!

Still, it not be every day that someone like meself be invited t' have drinks an' sandwiches wi' the Revd George R. Bush, Rector o' St. Mary-Le-Bow Church. He be a grand bloke indeed! It were - fer want o' a better word - a very British, genteel Hustings afterparty. The candidates be millin' around, drinkin' some startlin'ly good homemade lemonade, talkin' politics an' such. It be a grand way t'end what, frankly, were a bloody excellent Hustings.

The Daily Express be managin' t'find time t'write a brief feature about me an' some other less-conventional candidates today, in between their busy schedule o' slaggin' off Nick Clegg an' scarin' old people. Welcome t'those Express readers who be wishin' t'find out more! (Both o' ye.)

Belgravia today - an' it be one o' the few parts o' me constituency where most o' th' grand houses not be divided into many flats: so the strategy today be simply t' put me flyers through letterboxes. It be swift, efficient, an' I be havin' a whole wodge o' leaflets delivered! Tomorrow though, things be gettin' serious. Fer tomorrow be th' Hustings!

...but I've made a new friend. Hello friend.

Just down from St. Paul's, in the heart o' the City, lies St. Mary-Le-Bow Church - the very place from where th' Bow Bells ring out. On Tuesday at 1pm, there be a Hustings: the candidates fer MP in London an' Westminster be there t'answer questions, an' Mad Cap'n Tom be amongst them. Even if ye not be votin' fer the Cap'n, it be a grand idea t'turn up and find out what be goin' on!

Bring yer friends - pirate dress definitely not required. I not be huntin' fer a scurvy rabble-rousin' crew here, just folks t'be vaguely on me side in th' audience! Th' Facebook event be here.

(St. Mary-Le-Bow by Dimitri B, CC-licensed on Flickr)

I be out leaflettin' today, an' who should I bump into but th' Tories! They be havin' a nice stall set up an' everythin'.

The man on th' left be th' Conservative candidate (an' MP since 2001) for me constituency. We be havin' a very brief chat, an' while I not be an expert in body language, I be gettin' a sense that he be thinkin' "get the prat with the duck away from me". That might just be me imagination though.

Blimey, I be honoured: Radio 4's excellent News Quiz be givin' me a brief shoutout today. I hope they not be mindin' me addin' an extract here; the full show be in their podcast!

A productive couple o' hours around the City today - plus a breakfast interview wi' Colourful Radio an' a chat wi' a grand couple o' freelance journalists. I be botherin' a whole wunch o' bankers near St. Paul's today, but I'll tell ye this much, matey - there be a strong link between how fancy yer suit is an' how likely ye are t'shun a bloke in a pirate outfit.

There be three main reactions t'a pirate offerin' ye a leaflet:

1. Th' Smile and Accept. By far the most common in residential areas, but startlin'ly rare when there be moneyed folks about.
2. Th' No Thank You. Courteous, polite, but clear. I be respectful o' this.
3. Th' Complete Blank. This be what most folks in suits do, matey: they be refusin' t'acknowledge me existence. Harsh indeed.

Still, at least I be makin' the effort - even if, from now on, I be concentratin' on friendlier waters. Except for the Hustings, o'course: that be comin' up on Tuesday. There be many a serious candidate goin' up on that stage, mateys... an' one bloke wi' a duck on his head.

More'n five miles walked round Fitzrovia an' Marylebone t'day, matey, an' hundreds o' leaflets given out - an' I be bloody tired! But the message be gettin' out there - even in more reputable places, like, say, th' Guardian!