Hm. The first day of Greenwich Mean Time is always a bit depressing. Darkness loomed over Tooting at 5pm while we sat watching the dismal “At Home With The Eubanks”, pondering the title… and how it was possible that Mr Eubank managed to persuade anyone else to take the name Eubank and live in the same house as him. Then went into the West End and saw the great but inherently miserable “Bright Young Things”. Then, without the Northern Line to carry us up to N10, waited for 25 minutes at Finsbury Park for a bus. Saw a woman ferociously berating her child for being unhappy, which obviously made the child even more unhappy. The little girl reached into the pushchair for her drink, but the mother grabbed it first and hurled it across the bus station, having decided that she didn't deserve it. About 20 people waiting for the W7 with us imagined the pleasure we might have grabbing the woman and hurling her across the bus station. Spiteful cow.

And now I'm sitting here, failing to finish the work I wanted to do, while UK Style end their weekend of non-stop episodes of House Doctor. If there's anyone out there who actually taped the whole lot, er, for god's sake why?