Crap. There’s a cake in the vending machine the size of a mango with gloopy white icing, smarties and hundreds & thousands on it. It looks utterly rank but strangely I still want it.

Ex-fm1 just rang me asking if I want to go to the press night at the Lyric tomorrow but alas I have some sort of dumbass meeting to go to instead :( Speaking of which I am so the boss of multitasking – I am currently writing this blog entry, on a Telecon, in NetMeeting and yawning my head off at the same time. Fantastic eh?

As a furtherdistraction I've also been attempting to catch the sitcom character tool out, but it’s pretty good really. Only person it didn’t get so far is Alex from Taxi.