Fuck, listening to Gershwin is giving me so much more pleasure than any other music right now. I've always suspected that old people, with their passions for classical music, jazz and whatnot might be on to something. It seems those blank, drolling, grizzled faces disguise cunning and perceptive music critics.

In other news, I came tantalisingly close to completing my first to do list EVER. All I failed to do, from a fairly extensive chore selction, was buy some football shorts. I did however purchase a POST-IT NOTE DISPENSER! Jealous? Huh? Huh?

The other night I lay in bed for over 6 hours before I got to sleep. It was awful. It did, mind, give me the chance to develop a passion for supercross - motorbikes racing across artifical tracks in huge American arenas, with massive jumps 'n' shit. Ricky carmichael is the best - read this and weep, Michael Schumacher.