:: Oh No It Isn't ::

Against my better judgment, I'm heading off to the Panto this evening. Not for enjoyment you understand, but to support one of my flatmates, whose lycra-clad expositions of enforced jollity will doubtless make me cringe.

In a bid to recover the high cultural ground, I hope to be making use of my new V&A membership (thanks, Mum!) in the near future. Meanwhile, in the provinces, a spiky statue has appeared in Manchester and a shit statue is set to "enhance" a Cambridgeshire village. No wonder the populace continues to assert that modern art is rubbish. Thank God they're now using classical music to fend off the chav element.

Even the management team at my dismal office have deemed it necessary to make some aesthetic enhancements to our working environment. Cue large numbers of expensive-looking triffids dotted though my open-plan floor and obscuring some of my less good-looking colleagues. I only hope the hapless plants don't meet the same fate as those in Taxloss' erstwhile office - they died of caffeine poisoning. Ah well, at least I get a view of Clerkenwell's rooftops as I chomp on my complimentary haribo gummi bears and seasonally over-priced raspberries. The likelihood of a decent treehouse appearing in my local park is, however, pitifully small.

Last night, I was "lucky" enough to spend my first evening watching TV since I returned from Paris. This presented an opportunity to witness some of the new Channel 4 idents as well as catch up on some of the most talked about TV tat of the new year. I was mildly diverted by CBB (for all of 10 minutes), but I had to switch channels after over-exposure to Jackie Stallone's face. I'm just hoping the next challenge one of the Z-listers will face will be a Random Amputation. I suppose Desperate Housewives was rather better than I had anticipated, but I'm not convinced it'll be must-see viewing for me yet. For some reason I found the opening titles intensely annoying.

So, what to do at the weekend? Saturday should be fun, what with a free Russian fest in Trafalgar Square, but then I've got rehearsals all day Sunday. I'm also hoping to shave (most of) my hair off again, thereby supporting the new North Korean campaign against hippies.

And my birthday has swung round again, so I'm having a little get together at home on Tuesday. I'd better get things ready, I suppose - a few drinks, some tasty nibbles... and I might even make some houmous! Add a little French music, and the night should be a relaxed tribute to my 27 years...

And finally, "Ridiculous Headline Of The Day" goes to CBS for "Prince Harry In Nazi Garb Flap".