I am kind of shell shocked at having to get up at 5am for the last two days, to get to work for 7am. Two more days of this to go. It was a favour for Jennifer.

I think that is all about all there is to say, at this juncture.

Near comatose and slumped in front of the TV over the last couple of nights, I have been watching the "Doctor Who" Christmas Specials that the BBC are repeating prior to the new series starting on Saturday. "The Runaway Bride" was on this evening, which was the one that featured new companion Catherine Tate for the first time. I thought it was really, really good. Much better than I remembered it. Captain Sadness is really looking forward to the new series. I have washed my anorak and everything.

One last thing.

Is it just me, are all male managers in reality just yapping little dogs with erect penile dysfunction? Or do I just have a bad attitude? Jennifer has accused me of the latter. I need to know.