Sunday

Papers are even more shite than usual. I was up at 5am anyway so I read everything by 6. Little Mouse has fleas again - 3rd time this year - I've spent enough money on Frontline to buy 20 cinema tickets. I'm considering having her waxed.

The Mail on Sunday is even more crass than I was expecting. An article on the two women who committed suicide in Putney this week reveals that one of them had a very short fling with Colin Stagg over a decade ago. He is repeatedly referred to as 'murder suspect' and the gory details of the Nickel case in all their titillating detail are dragged over once again - someone must be getting off on this. In America Stagg would be able to sue for having his name repeatedly dragged through the mud.

There is also another breathtakinly stupid article about Paul Daniels and his 'Homophobic Rant' at Craig Revell whateverhisname  on Strictly on Saturday. Revel Whatsit is a professional homosexual - it's part of his act, he camps it up and the audience loves it - he's happy to make capital talking about his private life and that's all there is to it. later this month he is helping to promote British Sausage Week.... I think you can see the irony there. Daniels is in on the joke - I wouldn't be at all surprised if they didn't spin the whole thing up together - it makes my blood boil that the Mail can jump on and off the prejudice bandwagon when the wind blows.

A number of papers refer to the Richard Curtis film that was produced at great expense to promote the 10:10 climate change campaign. If you haven't seen it - don't. It's not just that it's crass and stupid, offensive on every level and tragically ill conceived - it's just so fucking SMUG. The whole thing is imbuned with the rotten stench of patronising, blood curdling, toe curling conceit. I'm sure that when they presented the concept to the client everyone lapped it up because it's a  'Curtis' - nobody dared point out that it was probably the most stupid, vainglorious pile of rotting filth in the history of vanity film making and self promotion. "Oh - we can get Ginola' " Oh, we can get Gillian Anderson' 'Oh we can get all our luvey friends to work on it' - do you seriously think Peter Crouch drives around in a hybrid car??????. Just fuck off back to Twatting Hill you stupid bastard - thanks a bunch for doing more damage to the environmental change campaign since that cock of a scientist fudged his figures. The only bit I liked was Gillian Anderson at the end - I think there was more truth in that than anything else.

Oh - and before I forget.... tuition fees to adopt 'free market' pricing models - really......