Kingsland Road, Dalston, is lined with Turkish restaurants. “You see this
one coming up on the left?” said Will, casually. “Gilbert and George eat
here whenever they're in London.” I peered in. Gilbert and George were
there, sitting opposite each other, working their way through slabs of
marinated lamb. You really wonder what they find to discuss after all this
time. “Kebab, George?” “Yes, OK.” “Nice kebab, George?” “As ever, Gilbert.
As ever.” “George?” “What?” “Nothing.”

A pub quiz success last night, as the newly formed “Nuff Mile On My Sock”
team trounced all opposition, except one, i.e. we came second. We were in
line for the bonus jackpot, too, but I failed to inform the quizmaster that
Jeff Bridges starred in The Big Lebowski before 3 other highly competitive
men had already screamed out the answer. The moral of this story is: never
put me on a Beat The Buzzer round. The Buzzer will generally win.

What else?

“Guilty” by Barbara Streisand is the tune of the day. I have no knowledge of
her other work, but The Brothers Gibb knew what they were doing with this
one.

The film “Team America” contains laughs, but none as hearty as the one I
gave to a preceding advert for Cacharel perfume, which bows out with the
heavily breathed slogan “Cacharel… A burst of love…” Cretins. Cacharel,
a squirt of liquid.

A fun activity spot, related to previous: Juxtapose a product with a slogan
for a different product, to create humour. Example: “Castrol GTX. Full Of
Eastern Promise.” Or, maybe: “Creme Egg. For a Man Who Doesn't Have To
Try… Too Hard.” Or even: “Barclays Bank. Probably The Best Lager In The
World.”