I am on the clock. I need to be in the kitchen pretty soon. The diva fest that is "I'd Do Anything" starts at 7pm, followed by the campfest that is the "Eurovision Song Contest" at 8pm. After that? Well who knows? I will probably go to bed. I was up at 6am.

So, a quick summary.

Last night: On TV "The Invisibles", "Midnight Man", "Lost" and then "Peep Show". (Amazingly enough, Tessa Wyatt popped up as Jeremy's Mom. Other than a few wrinkles she looked and sounded exactly the same as she did in the mid 70's. She is 60 this year. Horrifying confession to make, but (cough) I still would. Older ladies need love too, you know.)

Today: At work early this morning, then food shopping and then into town.

I have bought the first three James Bond novels ("Casino Royale", "Live And Let Die" and "Moonraker"). The whole original Bond canon has been republished in new, kind of beautiful pulp fiction style covers and I intend to get all of them. You know the kind of cover I am talking about? A square jawed hero being threatened by a deadly looking, dark eyed girl in a bikini, carrying a big gun. Sigh. I am a sucker for a deadly looking, dark eyed girl in a bikini carrying a big gun.

In fact a red mist of 'spend some money' descended on me suddenly, today. I will regret it when the credit card bill arrives. This evening I have purchased online "O Lucky Man", "Static" and series 3 of "The Sandbaggers", plus some books that Jennifer wanted ("Freedom's Choice", "Freedom's Challenge" and "Freedom's Ransom").

Gulp. Roll on the pay review.

I am off.

Is it just me, or does Andy Abraham's Eurovision song sound exactly like "Express Yourself" by Madonna?

Oh. It's just me. Oh, well..Doesn't matter.

Good luck Andy! (Even if you have no chance.)

I have been here and I have been there. It is always stressful shopping with Jennifer.

Today Jennifer purchased a printer, spare printer cartridges, a headset (because she has decided that she wants Skype) and a spare USB cable. As it happens, it was the wrong type of USB cable, despite myself asking Jennifer several times before we left the house to check the type of cable that the printer needed. I could have done it myself, but she said I was 'interfering in her business'.

Apparently I am also 'unhelpful' and 'an arrogant little shit' and 'no good to man or beast'. I'm glad that any vagueness on those points has now been cleared up, because I was unsure of exactly what I am.

After shopping I saw a film called "Garage", which I liked, but I don't want to write about it now.

Reading around the blogs, there appear to be some very unhappy people about. I wish I could take the unhappiness away from all of us, really I do, but you just cannot wrap your arms around the whole world.