Old Mother Hubbard

Is this the saddest fridge in the Southern Hemisphere? I think so. The contents of the door aren't much better. Milk, more wine, a jar of garlic, a jar of chilli and that's about it. The freezer is housing a packet of smoked salmon and a strip of ice cubes. As for the food cupboard, absolutely nothing of interest. I've never been particularly interested in food. Obviously I like eating it but sadly it's more about making myself feel full as opposed to going for the whole culinary experience. There are lots of good things about living alone but on the negative side cooking isn't high up there on the priority list.

I'm reading a fantastic book. The Uncommon Reader by Alan Bennett is an addictive little thing. I do love Alan Bennett. I can always hear his voice as I read. I feel the same way about Spike Milligan. Many moons ago my brother drove me to Gatwick airport for a flight to Australia. We passed the time by listening to Spikes taped recording of Adolf Hitler, My Part in His Downfall. We were laughing so much we forgot to pay attention and got lost. At least that's what my brother said.

The inner eight year old is going to be up way past her bedtime on Friday. Work drinks then off to Newtown to see Mark Watson with a couple of friends. Other than that it's another uneventful and increasingly more chilly week in Toytown.

Finally, on the subject of comedy, I never thought that Johnny Vegas was funny but after reading this I think he should be fucking well shot.