I've returned from Brighton, and somehow the tabloids seem to have got hold of the story...



But I wasn't aware of any cousins called Billy. Just a 'Mad Auntie Marge' who's often referred to in hushed tones at family gatherings.

But on the plus side, I'm sure it won't be the last time I'm closely associated with the Baftas.

Anyhoo, gotta dash. Lisa and I are off for an afternoon of high culture at the theatre. Shakespeare? Chekov? No, The Day of the Triffids.