Saturday night's not alright

X factor - fucking shite - all it really says it -Xmas, this way. Strictly is about to start on the other channel too, so that's 2010 written off as a bad lot.

I'm massively bored and grumpy - at least in Brighton you could go out on your own without looking a knob - I'd get lynched here.

Actually did quite a lot today - ranging from stripping paint from a fireplace - clearing up big chunks of the house, shaving my head and feeding the baby seagulls. The latter was quite tricky - there are several at the back of the house. One is already quite fat and bossy - two are quite skinny and wimpy. I mashed up some tuna with pitta bread and cod liver oil and staved off the fat bugger with a length of bamboo while the other two ate enough to keep them going. I also scrubbed up the tomatoes - 2nd year running - tomato blight again. I shan't bother next year.

In addition to cleaning up the dining room fire surround - I took a saw to the floorboards. The fuckers who plastered the dining room back in the 80's basically plastered the ends into the wall - meaning that there is no natural ventilation and the slight damp that comes up from the ground soaks them. There is nothing wrong with the house apart from bad maintenance and stupid stuff like this. Along this wall it's slighly damp under the floorboards - caused by the woman next door having a cracked drain in her yard. We have talked about it - she needs to organise the insurance company to come and fix it on her side - but she's over 90 and I don't think she's keen to have the yard dug up - it really needs doing but I don't want to stress her out - bit 'awkward'. I sawed off an inch between the floor and the wall to give it some ventilation - much better.

There is nothing on telly except a Poirot I've seen at least 30 times. What happened to this year's Apprentice???!!!