And now for something completely different:

Click here for Charlie Brooker's take. I love Charlie B. He's basically who the Heart-Trampler would be if he'd been more self aware and had had an OUNCE of motivation. Ho hum.

In other news I am as we speak hanging out on MSN eating jelly and talking to N, as is the usual evening routine. It's been good being at A's fora few days (apart from the incessant horror of trying to move house) because - apart from some crisis quality time with the people I love most on the planet, it's also meant that the never-ending blur of hangers-on dwindled to just being the ones that are interested. Bless.

Of course...that also means Barnacle Boy Gorgeous Friday Night Boy who managed to text to ask if I was home yet as I was actually bombing along the motorway. Talk about eager. He wanted to know why I hadn't told him I was "driving past" - I said, it's because I've not seen any clean clothes, moisturiser, makeup or a BED for the past five days matey. He goes...awwww. But you're beautiful anyway. I looked in the rearviewmirror for signs of truth. I think he might need glasses. Or...to come off the drugs. Or something. Oh well, perhaps he just plain fancies me. I can't really see why, as a: I'm older and b: he's kind of...well I don't know. I just don't get it really but anyway. He's in for a shock this coming weekend if he thinks we're going out though as my dance card is quite, quite full. I've got to go out and review on Thursday, I've got a date with the Man Of The Law (obviously, I won't be telling him that) on Friday, and my mate's band are playing Saturday so um...nope.

I clearly need to set up some sort of dating protocol I think. I'll have a little ponder about that. In the meantime...N is regaling me with some sort of ice-cream related questioning so I'm going to go and pay attention briefly before I pass out.