I've just seen a WHSmiths advert for a new DVD box set of 'Titanic' (it's available now - don't all rush at once), which according to the ad features "an all-new alternative ending". Eh? I'm sorry, but just how alternative can it be? The boat sinks - end of (as I believe all the young people are saying). I wouldn't mind seeing Celine Dion dragged under an iceberg though. Preferably before she gets to the chorus. So I might buy it on the offchance.

Anyhoo, by this time on a Wednesday I'm usually back in Shotley Gate with a bag of washing, a pile of post, and a sense of nervous exhaustion, but as I write this I'm still on Lisa's sofa with a laptop. And a sense of nervous exhaustion. I've decided to stay another day (which makes me think of East 17), though I can't reveal why for legal reasons. It does however give me a second bite at the Christmas shopping cherry*. I plan to return to Brighton town centre this afternoon and get all the gifts I didn't consider good enough to buy on Monday. It's amazing how quickly you lower your standards.

Unfortunately I'm also desperately ill. Well, I have a headache. Which I've had since yesterday morning. It's probably the stress of Christmas.

* Who says I never mention fruit?