:: Moan, Moan, Moan ::
 
Um. there's no excuse is there? Unlike Dr Rufus, I haven't been sunning myself in Liguria or drooling over aa new pair of sneakers. No, I've been stuck in the office since 7.30 each morning for the past 2 weeks, trying to keep abreast of the workload as my colleagues sun themselves in places like Ligura (Romania and Croatia, actually). One of them's back now, so I treated myself to a lie-in and got to my desk at 8 today. Before I turn into a po-mo faux-mo homo Eeyore, I should point out that something that made me laugh last week: Stickmen. This is a highly amusing sketch show starring Matt Kirshen. I giggled uncontrollably at this riotous feast of edgy narrative and even engaged in some audience participation. Needless to say, I was heard singing, "...and I've got a beard of bees" for days afterwards. Your final chance to see this marvellous show before it moves up to Edinburgh is this Sunday at 7pm. It's at the Canal Café Theatre, handily located above a pub near Warwick Avenue. Last time I was in there, I saw Charlie from Busted. Is that a recommendation or a warning? In case you were wondering, Matt is a stand-up comedian. This is his first outing on stage.
 
I keep thinking it'd be nice to head to the cinema for some light relief, but then I realise that there's so much re-hash trash on offer: remakes and sequels, or remakes and sequels. That is why I hope to be heading to the still-quite-hip ICA (hopefully with Hypatia) to watch the sporting movie of the year Ping Pong!
 
And what have we learned this week, other than that no-one with a peerage should write reports on the government? Well, apparently those Nigerian scammer-types are just as gullible/greedy as they hope you will be when you read one of their exciting emails. And blondes really are as dumb as they seem... but only because they take heed of jokes about being dumb.
 
I suppose that's it - I'd better get back into this blogging thing gently and lie back with a bag of tasty wasabi peas.