Arctic wind whipping off the Thames at Greenwich today. Went to see Ting Tong, sorry, King Kong and sat in the 'posh' bit (adults only, unlimited popcorn/chocolates and a leather sofa each). 3 hours long and very, er, immersive. I was glad it was over once it ended but now I'm back home I think it was splendid. Of course it looked great and the jungle creepy crawlies will cause nightmares tonight but on the whole I'd give it a thoroughly good recommendation.
Darren Gough has the best arse so I'm glad he won that BBC1 dancing show and on the other channel there was no surprise when proto-gay Shayne won the X Factor. Mediocraty beckons for Shayne but we'll still buy his calander next year if he does some 'fleshy' pics. His family are such chavs and his mum was arrested for fighting in a pub last week. I'm looking forward to that perma-tanned and pram faced girlfriend of his to get dumped once the showbiz shagging sets in (good grief, I sound like a bitter and twisted homo now). Damn his good looks and stunning vocal range.