I'm shockingly hungover today. Too much red wine and no food at the Merlin launch last night. It was packed out with the great and the good, plus the odd curveball: Kevin McLeod, who was there with his son for a birthday treat, and Peter Duncan and wife. I love those big BBC dos - they always throw up the most random people, the sort of people to whom your first question is 'what are you doing here?', which sounds quite rude but isn't meant to be. I wasn't mad on the show - it didn't help that I kept dropping off (a dark room, some pre-match wine and a comfy seat did for me) - but perhaps if I was 10 then I'd think it was the best thing ever, and seeing as that's who it's meant for, then it was probably doing a great job.
Anyhoo, I'm sitting here feeling rather bilious. I got sent a small cake in the post today so I wolfed it on top of one of those Pret mozzarella bakes and it's sitting uncomfortably. All I can think of is lying down on the sofa and finishing off watching The Changes on DVD.
Older viewers - do you remember this programme? It was when man turned on machine. It was shown when I was about 10 and I thought it was marvellous. I reven read all the books. I'm happy to say it still stands up now. They really used to make an effort with kids shows back then. Oh those salad days.
I'm glad I won't be feeling like this tomorrow. Mrs F-C and I are taking my parents on the London Eye, and to be reminded of the line from Daytrip To Bangor might push me over the the edge.
'I said to 'er lad, what made her feel bad, was the wheel going round'
