:: And I'll Cry If I Want To ::

Well, it seems even Patrick Moore is celebrating my birthday. Final preparations are underway for tonight's toned down knees-up:

I got up at 7 to make houmous before leaving for work. Understandably (given the amounts of garlic used), my flatmates were unwilling to taste my immaculate confection at that ungodly hour, so I'll just have to hope the guests like it.

Now I'm just dashing off to get a couple of essentials (um, yoghurt!) to make tzatziki before the timid throngs teem at my door. No doubt we'll be sat around like a load of grumpy gits, muttering sad jokes as our hands steadfastly grip the gin glasses. Or not...

My mother was kind enough to supplement my real birthday present with a book: The Timewaster Letters. It looks to be a jolly read, even if the idea of sending inane irate letters to public organisations is hardly original.

And final piece of delicious news: Dick & Dom, darlings of the Saturday Morning media circuit, have angered a Tory MP. Whoop-dee-do...