Gary Lamont's Wide as the Clyde: my inner 10-year-old lassie was doing the locomotion when I spotted Kylie Minogue in London

I love Glasgow, you love Glasgow, we all love mammy Glasgow, but sometimes a boy just needs a break you know? I always go to London to catch up with my old drama school pals (RSAMD in our day, now RCS) with my Natalie in tow. Off we trotted to the big smoke for some merriment before she heads back to Australia next week.

I lived in London for a while and it's a rites of passage for most actors to live here. It's been nine years since we graduated from drama school and I'm so privileged to still maintain a friendship with everyone - brilliant bunch of people and I have some of my best memories are with them.

I also managed to catch up with my cousin Caraline, who is a stylist in New York. She was in town for Coach men's fashion show at LCM (London Collections Men). We stayed in Chelsea with our friend Dave at his stunning flat. I thought the acting industry was tough, but these fashion gals have got their work cut out to get the shows up and running. Long days and even longer nights, little sleep and functioning on coffee. No wonder they're all so skinny!

Since we were in Chelsea, we decided to check out our new area and stay local for dinner on the first night. Now, I'm not clued up on Made in Chelsea but I've seen enough to know these weans were ritzy and liked the finer things in life. It didn't disappoint. The Kings Road was totally buzzing, full of Yah Yah Yah's in Capri pants, pearls and polo shirts - and that's just the boys. Dinner was at The Ivy Chelsea Garden. I've been to The Ivy in LA but this was seriously good and no it wasn't just the wine talking! I had a cracking steak and one of the best espresso martini's ever. We played spot the face lifts; these broads were dripping in diamonds and their lips were reminiscent of anyone who tried the Kylie Jenner lip challenge. You don't see sights like these on sauchiehall street that's for sure.

After a bit of shopping and sightseeing the next day, our landlord Dave took us to a great wee tapas restaurant in Kensington for dinner. There I was getting tore into my crab cakes and who do I see entering the restaurant? None other than my childhood idol, Kylie Minogue. This time I truly did think it was the wine playing tricks on me. I have loved Kylie since her early days in neighbours and would watch her video on repeat every Saturday morning, marvelling at at her perm in that cut out black hat. I couldn't believe it was her and she was seated at the table NEXT TO ME! I couldn't breathe, I didn't dare look at her for fear of involuntary squeals coming out. Dave and Caraline practically peeled me off the ceiling. Thankfully I had my back to her for most of the time otherwise I'd have been kicked out for staring. Caraline gave me regular updates; Kylie was dressed down, not a lick of make up. Hair scraped back in a just out of yoga type way. She was with three friends, looked very happy, drank water all night and loves a king prawn. My inner 10-year-old lassie was doing cartwheels and the locomotion in my head, but my 31-year-old self just sat there with a pure riddy and thrilled to be sharing the same air as Kylie Minogue. I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky...

Congratulations to Andy Murray on his win at  Queens Club. He is on a total roll at the minute and I really hope he continues his winning streak into Wimbledon. I was lucky enough to be invited last year to watch his first match as defending Wimbledon champion; it's everything you want it to be and more. Judy, his mum, is a great pal of mine and ensured I had a brilliant day full of champagne. She knows me so well! All the best Andy, we are all rooting for you.

In light of my Tinder rant a few weeks ago, I've been loving the new app Binder. It's totally tongue in cheek, but allows you to dump your girlfriend/boyfriend with just a simple swipe. Choose who you're dumping, pop in their number and they'll be sent a personalised voicemail. Saves you the trauma of ditching anyone and as a singleton it's a good way to wind up your sickeningly loved up pals. Totally daft, but brilliant fun.