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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

I was reading an article today about the three UN hostages who were released in Afghanistan at the end of November. Well, I wasn't so much reading the article, as looking at the pictures. But every picture tells a story, and what this one appeared to tell me was that Lisa and I were lucky to see the Human League in Ipswich last week, because until a month ago they were clearly being held captive in the Middle East...

Human League ........ Hostages
................ Human League ........................................... Hostages

I think I've proved my case quite conclusively there. No wonder they sang that song about the Lebanon.

Anyhoo, the good news of the day is that I've wrapped up all my Christmas presents. And a shoddier bit of festive gift-wrapping you're not likely to find. But hey, it's the thought that counts. And I'll be forcing my family to sign a statement to that effect on Christmas morning before they're allowed to open them.

I also received an e-mail from my chum Helen, with her verdict on the meeting with Lisa last week. Helen confidently declares: "She is such a sweetie, you lucky, lucky boy!!!", which is a bit over the top if you ask me. But then she also uses the phrase "spooky dooky", so frankly I don't think anyone should listen to a word she says.

In addition I've been preparing my set-list for a Christmas concert I've been asked to give in front of a specially invited audience in Lisa's living room on Boxing Day. After much discussion, Lisa and I have narrowed it down to an eclectic mix of Senators and Matchbox Twenty songs about pain, infidelity and mental illness. So it should be quite festive. Although I've been informed tonight that the specially invited audience don't actually know anything about it yet. Which isn't good. Especially for them. But on the plus side, I've been assured that Lisa's nephew will dance to anything.