OK, so I’ve spent about 10 minutes packing up this jiffy bag for someone vaguely important, used a nice new envelope, printed out the postage using Royal Mail’s online postage service, attached the label using see-through parcel tape, and now I can see that there’s a hair underneath one bit of the sellotape. I’ve been sitting here for a couple of minutes now, wondering whether to pull off the sellotape in order to retrieve the hair – which will inevitably involve having to print out the bloody label again, not to mention throwing away a perfectly good envelope – or whether to just leave it. I don’t know whether people push away envelopes with a grimace if they discover a hair, rather like they would do if they found it sitting on top of a mound of mashed potato. I’m still not really sure what to do. Maybe you can help me?

I watched a terrible programme, yesterday. Fortunately I’m reviewing Flight Of The Conchords this afternoon, which will be a welcome relief from the reality-show dross I mistakenly selected for the first half of the week. I’ve just sent out an extremely intrusive Facebook invite to try and get people to read and interact on the Radio Times blog, which I’m slightly ashamed of, but hey, in blogland, comments equals kudos. I mistakenly asked people to either call me a hideous cretin or a triumphant hero, which people seem to have taken literally.

I went to a wedding on Saturday, which involved going to buy a pair of smartish trousers on Friday. Jenny and I went to Kingston-upon-Thames in order to accomplish this feat. I tried on trousers in Next, Gap, Zara, Marks and Spencer and River Island, and River Island had the only ones that fitted me properly. So if you’re my shape and size, I suggest you get your arse down to River Island, and lose some weight while you’re about it, fatso. I also bought a see-through perspex coffee table from Muji which I’ve already stumbled into 4 times, bloody thing, and I’m thinking of colouring it in to prevent further accidents.

EDIT: The majority in the poll is so overwhelming, here, that I can scarcely believe I even started worrying about it.