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Well, here I am in sunny (or not so) Cheadle, after a mini-birthday-party at my brother's last night, including champagne, cake and lots of cards (our family minhag is to do lots of cards. Like, really a lot). It was fun.

I've not had a chance to catch up here recently, so, in no particular order:

saw HIGNFY being recorded on Thursday night, with Robin Cook in the chair, who I suspect is not cut out for a TV career. Paul was not his usual sparkly self at all, no idea what's going on. I missed the show last night, but I suspect they can fix all the awkward pauses and lack of pace in the edit. Hope so.

The Motorcyle Diaries is a great movie; I got a real sense of Che Guevera's personal history, although I find it hard to believe that he was quite so saintly in real life

have struck a couple of good deals for interesting new work

I'm back at Picadilly Circus from Monday for a couple of weeks, most days, so anyone (who knows me) who works round there who fancies (low fat) lunch, call me

had houseguests a couple of weekends back, for my friend's son's Barmitvah (grownup, I know) and had a wonderful weekend catching up with old friends and socialising

went to my friend R's gig at a pub in Soho - he looks like Samuel L Jackson and sounds like Luther Vandross. Really

went to my friend S's gig for his band, Southampton's own Hunting Lodge at 93 Feet East (followed by curry, of course). It's experimental post-punk noise. It's an experience.

lots of unexpected people remembered my birthday. It was nice. I know Mrs Havelock, the headmistress at my junior school didn't really approve of the word nice, but in this case it truly was.