The new Franz Ferdinand album lasts from our front door to Saddlers Wells when I ride my bike (and mighty good it is too). Last week The Rakes album was getting me as far as High Holborn before Goldfrapp kicked in. We watched Sin City at the weekend. Darren was more enthusiastic than me as I found the various chapters a bit disjointed (it looked great though). Ronnie Barker just died so that’s sad. I bet Richard Beckinsale and Ronnie will act out classic Porridge episodes in the great TV studio in the sky. This Kevin Carter-esque story depressed me and had me wet-eyed at work. What a shitty world, men have been on the moon and a little girl died in a big puddle in 1985.

P.S. The new Marks and Spencer store opened today 2 minutes from my office. Some cheff off the telly is down there cooking M&S food next to the ladies knickers and free alcohol in plastic flutes is helping office workers blow pin-money on winter woolies and pot-pourri. I'm currently sitting at my desk amusing myself by saying (in a slow come-to-bed type of voice)

"This is not just a tuna sandwich. This is Marks and Spencer alba tuna on malted brown bread with italian tomatoes and spicy rocket garnish"

(Apologies to any overseas readers who might not realise why I was amused, it's a TV ad thing).