News from my creative writing college course that Some Mothers Do Ave Em creator Ray Allen is to be our next all-day guest speaker. Seeing as my life often resembles a complicated sitcom, I think this'll be an excellent thing. Some of the gasps from the loftier students on the course led me to believe they don't feel the same way - far too lowbrow for their tales of departmental store parental knicker madness or writing-masquerading-as-divorce-therapy. Elsewhere, me and Dee are in winter hibernation mode; eating nuts and watching back-to-back episodes of The Wire, while trying to avoid anything resembling work. Dee's house went up for sale today, and we were both doing hi-fives in the kitchen as it was described as "extremely well-presented" and "tastefully restored". All them Saturday's with a paintbrush suddenly seem worthwhile.
Listening: Midlake - The Trials Of Van Occunpanther; Jarvis - Jarvis; David Axelrod - Songs Of Experience; Lord Kitchener - London Is The Place For Me; The Holloways - Two Left Feet
Watching: The Wire Season Two; The Mighty Boosh Live