I didn't even realise I had a journal until about 5 minutes ago, which says a lot about my general awareness levels. Still, now that I do I want to write in it...I just really have nothing to say.

I was just thinking the other day that we are going into a spell of good TV after a long spell of crap TV. New series of Mock the Week (which speaks for itself, no more need be said). Desperate Romantics (which I discovered last night on iPlayer and am now hooked on. Rossetti is love, even if he is a bit of a cad).

Oh, and Big Brother. I know, I know, it's brain-numbing crap; but at the same time it's so compelling! I sometimes wonder how I can hate someone I've never met, only see on TV. Bea is the object of my hatred this year. She is just uuuuuuuuuurgh!

I also can't wait for series 3 of The Tudors, even if it is getting to the point where JRM's build is really not that of Henry VIII, lol. It's Jane Seymour's turn, poor girl. Henry always said he loved Jane the most of his six wives, but then there is also that rumour that he left her to die in childbed. This of course after he divorced the first wife and left her for dead in some dank castle and beheaded the second. Nice guy, eh?