A few points:
So Lee McQueen won The Apprentice. I'm pleased and surprised. I've loved the series and I'm looking forward to the new one next year. I would never have guessed it would be him, he was probably my third guess, but I don't like Alex with is Cupid's bow lips and bolshy Claire. I quite liked Helene. She always looked sad.
I'm off to the Mojo Honours List Awards on Monday, where (hopefully) I shall be rubbing shoulders with the likes of Neil Diamond, Judy Collins, Paul Weller, Nick Cave and other legends from the pantheon of classic rock and pop. One problem: I'm not sure what to wear. Too old to rock, too young to die.
The weather forecast changes by the hour. I don't think there's much point in producing weather forecasts anymore, as they can't be relied upon to be accurate. Today it might rain. But then again, who knows?
I've got the most terrible toothache. I've made an appointment with the dentist tomorrow as it's getting to the stage where I can't actually eat, and it's painful. I can't not eat. I don't want to have to have liquidised food.
Will you be buying the new Coldplay album? Me neither. There pleasantly inoffensive, if you like that sort of thing. I'm no stranger to bland music, but I'd take Kansas, the Little River Band or America over this lot anyday, and I do. And Chris Martin irritates me more than anyone else I've ever come across, and that's saying somethng.
As you were.
