Friday-Night Blog!

So, as I'm doing a big (well, medium-sized... OK, small) push for this website on Facebook, I thought I should give you all something new to read. So, here it is, the first of hopefully series of Friday-Night Blogs, where I generally have a round-up of my week.

So, what;s been going on? Well, I've been off work all this week, which has been great. It's been so good just to spend time with my wife and son, instead of seeing them for a couple of hours every night. We've been to play parks twice, we've been swimming, and generally hanging out with each other.

It was my birthday on Wednesday, I turned the big 35. Genuinely chuffed to get a lot of best wishes on Facebook, and a decent amount of cards. Also got some blinking good gifts, like Doctor Who Season One on DVD (Good old Eccles-cake!), Stardust, an intriguing book called Death and the Penguin and a Cookie Monster t-shirt from my son. It's Em's birthday tomorrow, so we're off to the zoo! (Birthday cake has been baked and is cooling!)

Finally got to catch up on most of my stories on TV - two lots of Lost and Battlestar Galactica. I'm getting impatient with Lost, I just want it over and done with, especially with all the time-flipping stuff. Just tell me what the whole thing's about and let me go! Battlestar, on the other hand, is quickly running out of shows and I don't want it to end!

My current bandwagon is Twitter, with which I'm becoming quickly disillusioned. I get it, I just don't think I care what all these people are doing every minute of the day. It seems that a lot of people on there are sycophantic, working themselves up into a frenzy because they're following Stephen Fry or whoever. I'm sure it's good for all these people trying to sell you something, but I think it's crazy when you now have a Dr Pepper Twitter feed... Still, I've made a new friend on there, but I'm friends with her on Facebook, so that's OK. Hi, Claire!

Wendy Richard died, which was incredibly sad. (She'll always be Miss Brahms from Are You Being Served? to me, all those years as Pauline Fowler couldn't erase those formative memories!) Jade Goody's dying, which is even more tragic. Whatever you think of the girl, no-one deserves to lose their life in such an horrific, slow, painful way.

I'm sure there are lots of other things I could talk about, but you're probably tired of reading them now. From here on in, I'm going to keep notes in my nice new leather diary (thanks, Jonathan!), so I'll be able to keep up with my own thoughts!