So, lots of fun was had on Saturday.....Just the usual really. But I have started to ask myself whether we are too old to be going to shit indie discos? And what indeed draws me back there time and time again? Well, there are the obvious reasons....free guestlist, v. cheap drinks, seeing old mates and being able to people-watch and laugh at feathercuts. But for some reason, it's just not enough anymore........

Spent Sunday almost comatose in bed with Helen eating gross food and watching programmes on tigers, crocodiles and the Australian outback. Brilliant. Particularly wonderful was Two Brothers a tragic and moving tale about two tigers. Helen and I were so enthralled with it that we enthusiastically watched all the featurettes and extras one by one until we were tigered out.

Then I managed to wake myself up enough to cook two lasagnes for the hungry rats. It went really well until I had a panic attack when it came to serving it up and couldn't grasp the concept that I was cooking for 4 not 3. Phewph, scary.

Anyway. Am now having another quite dreary week at work in which I get cold in the porch, argue with people and moan. For that reason I am just about to fuck off home where I can get cold, argue with people and moan.

Great.