Thursday - and I'm working at home!

I'll probably be quite productive because there is nothing on the telly. It's 7am and I've already run out of milk.

The news is pretty dull, which probably explains why Sexism-gate has reached the hysterical heights of 9/11. Not that I want to denigate the crass stupidity of Andy Gray ( he's a cock - that's the whole point - he's Clarkson-lite, he was employed to be a cock ). Gray was paid an absolute fortune to do very little ( not exactly digging ditches, is he..... ) so he has a responsibility to be whiter than white, but he was specifically deployed by the TV people to be a certain kind of person - in exactly the same way that C5 uses weather girls with nice teeth and tits, the lazy profile for male sports presenters outside the Beeb is generally something like Andy Gray.  TV finds it very difficult to deviate from accepted 'norms' - when they do there is generally a backlash. Any protestations of 'Dark Forces' are bollocks - it's time twats like him were shown the door anyway, and perhaps a bit of jiggery pokery was the best way to do it - God forbid he does a Miriam Riely ("I have a basic human right to be a sexist twat - you can't sack me for that").

There is very little difference between Andy Gray rubbing his crotch and leering at the news girl - and Nigella Lawson rubbing her tits in the Basamic and leering at her teenage son over the fallafels ( that was a very unsettling experience), they are both cardboard cutouts.

Vague possibility of small amounts of snow later, good chance some of my students have already called A&E if the breeze has gently ruffled their hair. I'm off out tonight - just a couple of pints in the pub, It's all gone up now so I'm expecting it to be about £3.50 each.

There is a 'happiness coach' on the telly trying to teach us how to be OK with who we are now. Well, that's stupid - I'm OK with me - it's everyone else I have a problem with.