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Merry Happy and a Great Joy of all to you and your New Year greetings.

Some of you sent us Happy Christmases, and we like you best of all. Tomorrow, Sharon & Susan shall be reunited in the great Scotch city of Edinburger, and we will be singing and dancing and exchanging with the presents, and all will be good and happy with the celebrating.

Tonight, I need much sleepage. Hope you are too, and also as well.

love Sharon
xx

Shockingly I managed to drag myself into work on time this morning despite the fact that I am feeling quite Xmassy now having wrapped all my presents last night. Just one left to buy - for my grand-dad. But what do you buy a 90+ year old man who doesn't really have any interests and is diabetic. Alcohol and chocolate are out of the window and I'd feel terrrible if I got him either diabetic chocolate or something from Whittards for about the tenth year in a row. If anyone reading this has any suggestions I would be very very grateful if you could email me immediately.

Had an excellent weekend. I voluntarily got up at 7am on saturday morning so I could get the train up to Nottingham to do a spot of Xmas shopping with my very good friend Little Dan. Got there just gone 10.30am and caught the train home again at 7.30pm and was tucked up in bed by 11pm with aching feet and a very large balance on my new Sainsburys visa card. A very productive day's shopping and I got my hair cut fairly satisfactorily. Listened to BBC Radio 2 on the way home while they aired a live David Gray show, which was nice and made me feel suitably middle-aged.

Yesterday I met up with my friend Suzanne in Bromley for a coffee and a chat and then wandered round the shops in search of even more gifts. Got home to find my mum putting all the presents round the tree in piles according to whose they were, then getting upset when hers was the smallest pile. Don't feel sorry for her though cos she's rather predicably eaten all the chocolates off the tree.

Today is going slower than something slow going even slower than normal. Going to run over to safeways, the only non-souvenir shop within about a mile of where I work, to see if there is anything I can get for my Gramps. And to get lunch. And to get out of this boring sodding office. Nobody is at work today and so I have no-one to email which is most upsetting. So why don't you become my new friend and email me now?!

Got up extremely early today to go to the Xfm live show/panto at O'Neills on Wardour Street and am now suitably falling asleep all over the place. (That's right, look impressed, I have stupidly come into work... the downfall of being a temp being you only get paid for the hours you actually "work") It was good but nowhere near as good as last year. There were far too many people and too many idiot men shouting out at EVERY given opportunity, much to Roque's dismay.

Yesterday I cleverly found out how to get passes onto the Royal Mile street party in Edinburgh for new year and managed to book them today (the last day they are on sale for) thus proving I work best under pressure. There are all sorts of things going on, just look at www.edinburghshogmanay.org and see some of the things we will be getting up to. And there will be fireworks and everything, how exciting. And apparently there is kissing too.

Other than the fact that when I get to Edinburgh there will be nobody there to greet me and I have to stay in Sharon's flat on my own until two days later, I am really looking forward to it. Xmas has come round so quickly this year, I think that is a sign of getting old. Monday &, Tuesday I am working, Wednesday is Xmas, Thursday is Boxing Day and then Friday I am back to work and on the train at 6pm, 1st class. That's right, look impressed. And before we know it it will all have passed and we will be counting down to my birthday (Jan 21st) - hooray! Oh, and the relaunch party which is panning out to be quite a spectacle sprinkled with celebrities.

Sharon is almost on a train to Holyhead where she will be a temporary resident until tomorrow morning when she sails back to her motherland and runs back into her parents' arms. Poor little Kesh is going to be staying in the kennels for Xmas. But she'll get an extra special welcome from me when she comes out. Can't wait to see the little scamp again.

I am very bored again now.

Went to the Marquee last night to see McAlmont and Butler. They were great and Bernard Butler was at his most hilarious. He has such a massive ego and fancies himself so much it is almost beyond belief but then we must take into account the fact that he is an amazing guitarist and is very entertaining to watch so we'll let him off. At one point, whilst playing the guitar in a frenzied fashion, he propelled himself onto the speakers in front of his mike stand, thus elevating himself several feet higher than he should be and nearly toppled forward onto the adoring crowd. Then he proceeded to spin round in a circle three times whilst throwing his head around and the piece de la resistance was shimmying backwards into David McAlmont who was also going mental which culminated in knocking both microphone stands over. What quality entertainment - it was classic Butler. The new Marquee is lovely and sparkly and new, and also fairly small. Hope to go back there soon.

In work now, obviously, after the fun and games that is the Connex train company. Got to the station only to be told that trains to and from London Bridge had been indefinitely suspended. Two bus rides to Beckenham, a train to Victoria and a tube ride to Tower Hill later and I got to work at just got 10 which I spose is fairly good. Managed to skip off the Xmas lunch (which JPMorgan does not pay for) which was at 12 and now at 2.30 my boss is still not back. Nice. Only about 2.5 hours to go. Trying to decide whether to go out tonight. It promises to be a stupidly exciting night but I just can't face arsing around on trains again. I am such an old fart. Might just go home and visit Ikea. How has it come to this?

Managed not to get to sleep for ages last night. Watched the Royal Variety Performance which was slightly rubbish in places but starred the wonderful Lee Mack, making some very cheeky comments about the big-eared Royal audience member. He is great - and Jimmy Carr went down extremely well too. Well done him. Kylie was shite.

Another boring day at work. My boss went out to a client meeting at 10.15am and said he wouldn't be too much longer than an hour. It is now 3pm and he is still not back. He might have fallen down and not be able to get back up again (especially at his advanced age) but I suspect he is taking the piss, most likely in a pub somewhere. Not that I am complaining cos I have had free reign of the internet and am currently applying for a Euro Under 26 card for inter-railing before it gets too late and I get too old.

Going to see the Bromley pantomime tonight - for free of course - because it is starring two massive twinkling comedy stars of the past.... Hale and Pace. Yes, look impressed. I will be writing a review tomorrow which I hope will include as many cliches and sarcastic jibes as I can think of. Perhaps I could go and see as many pantomimes as possible and tell you which ones are the best? I think not. I do have better things to do with my time you know. Which includes writing lists of things I want for Xmas. If you are wondering what to get me, I will post a sample of what I am asking Santa for. Please note, these are all DVDs despite the fact that I do not yet posses a DVD player. Still, its inevitable really.

*UPDATE*
There is a new competition online to win a couple of bottles of delicious win courtesy of the lovely people at La Boca. There is a link to this new competition on the competitions page of all places. Not only that but if you win, you get to come along to the Comedy Lounge and It's Alright For Some relaunch party to collect your prize and help us celebrate and drink La Boca. So get entering.

Ah, the lure of the open (rail) road. I've always had the manner of the travellor, you know. All world-weary, and capable of eating baked beans from tins, and boring the arse of everyone else in the hostel talking about the time I got lost in Peru and met up with the locals, and, like, really discovered what it meant to be me, you know?

We are very excited at the moment. We are currently planning our route around europe and so far we are definitely going to Brussels, and Tilburg in the Netherlands. We are thinking of taking in the sites of Munich and I really want to go to Naples to see Pompei and Vesuvius and also maybe Rome or Milan. I have always wanted to go to Italy you see. I would like to visit the Romeo and Juliet balcony if I can remember where that is. We have no idea what we will be doing/where we will be working in March but this gives us something to look forward to so we don't start the countdown to Edinburgh too early! Thinking about it, It'd be typical for Blur to decide to do some live dates when we are away. Just to annoy me. Turin Brakes are the new Blur anyway. They're brilliant.

If anyone has been round Europe and has any tips for us like where to go/places to stay then it would be splendidly nice of you to email us at wearegoinginterrailingroundeurope@comedylounge.co.uk and share your vast knowledge.

Hooray.

We have decided to do a spot of inter-railing around Europe next March. Do you notice how we've cleverly left it until after we are 26 so it's more expensive? We are quite special. Very exciting. So far we are going to Brussels and Holland. Probably will take in France to so I can use my A grade French GCSE that I got roughly 10 years ago and Sharon can wow the French with what she has learnt from Ben and Arn. Due to the nature of inter-railing there will be no encounters with planes and yet we get to see the world... ahem.. a few european countries.

Anyone know any good comedy clubs in Europe?!

Went to UCLU last night to see a night of fantastic comedy and be assistant to the chief pringle distributor. I think I did well and next time hope to be promoted to marsh mallows. It was a lovely gig in a lovely room with a lovely audience and brilliant comedians. Rob Heeney (very funny - owner of a very good friends reunited story which I dare say is true) was compering and did a splendid job, then came Tom Stade (a canadian who everyone must see immediately and is one of the loveliest comics I have met for a while) and three open spots (Dorian Crook, Jem Brista and Dylan) all of whom were really very good and made me laugh a lot. Headlining was Noel Fielding and I don't think I need to tell you how great he was - even dragged out the old ginger snap routine for one young fan who claimed to know all of his material. I did put in a request for Barry the moth but unfortunately Noel couldn't remember how it went and said he'd have needed me to shout out prompts. Something I was not prepared to do.

After getting in last night, well this morning, at 2.15am, I have surprised even myself by getting to work by 9.45 (would have been 9.30 but trains and tubes were typically delayed). By way of compensating me, Connex South East have sent me £15 "Leisure Vouchers" which may well materialise into some poor unsuspecting family member's Xmas gift. It was a complete fluke cos I was going to sleep in and get in for 10ish and think of an excuse on the way in, but I got up to go to the bathroom and realised I didnt feel too bad. Hooray.

My boss told me I have been paid a compliment by someone in some other department who doesnt usually say nice things about people! Nice. There was some "thing" going on last friday that fell through but apparently I handled it briliantly and professionally and knew exactly what I was doing and what was needed - how hilarious is that?!

Got in at 2.15 and ate spaghetti bolougnese. It was lovely. Well done me. I now have one dinner left in the fridge - I am such a dirty stop-out.

The David Gray competition has closed on Radio 2 - think that is for the best cos it's not really appropriate to go mental at a Radio 2 event is it!? Well done agent cribbin for solving that particular conundrum which was presented to us on ebay yesterday.

My hair smells of beer. And well done Ricky Gervais for triumphing over the alleged adulterer and long-suffering husband of Anthea Turner, Grant Bovey.

This weekend, we decided to do almost exactly the same
thing two days in a row, with completely different
results. On Saturday, we were camped outside Earls
Court in the freezing cold Tundra-style weather,
wrapped in Xfm Beanie Hats and as many scarfs as we'd
remembered to bring along (only one between us) and
shaking so much we thought we'd actually lose our
knees... the things we do for David Gray. As the
first idiots to arrive on site, we were treated to a
complimentary coffee from the lovely lovely Earls
Court security men, and had a look on their cameras to
see the stage being built. We were then shoved from
pillar to post until finally settled in the windiest
corridor known to man. That's when the fun started.

We were joined by the youngest, spottiest, loudest,
thickest people that teenage England has to offer -
and they were determined to regale us with tales of
Chris Martin and Noel Gallagher. Susan held herself
back from strangling them with her bare hands, and
Sharon could barely contain the urge to scream loudly
in their faces until they ran away.

But! A mere ** hours after we turned up, we were
finally allowed the pleasure of walking slowly towards
the finally opened doors of Earls Court. Confusingly,
once we got inside, the arena still wasn't open, but
we made friends with an Art Garfunkel lookalike who
was kind enough to give Susan the opportunity to be
the first to stroll casually up towards the stage,
with Sharon limping pathetically behind her. The
important thing is that WE WON. WE GOT THERE FIRST.
WE AM BEATED EIGHTEEN AND A HALF THOUSAND PEOPLE TO
THE FRONT. Basically, we am best.

David Gray was absolutely fantastic and he managed to
play nearly all of our favourites (unfortunately there
wasn't time for the full five albums, lost songs and
all the b-sides). It is a possibility that the cold
wait might have gone to our heads and we did
momentarily go slightly mad. During the show there
were cameras coming at us from all angles which we
have been lead to believe are for both a live video
and a documentary so we'd like to put in an early plea
to readers not to buy any David Gray video releases.
We are currently deciding who we could get to manage
our glittering future careers in showbiz as "those two
mentals down the front."

After the gig we tried to get a couple of setlists
from the guys clearing the stage but the
aforementioned twats that we were forced to queue with
nabbed the first one that was thrown towards us. At
this point in the story please do remember how long we
had been waiting in the cold for (only for our setlist
to be swiped from under our noses). Susan, who had
previously warned them that she would turn violent*,
made a move to try and break the twelve year old's
arm. It is not something she is proud of and realises
how petty this may seem but then if she had succeeded
it would have given a great deal of pleasure to both
of us. We managed to get a couple of setlists and
wandered off home happily.

The next night followed pretty much the same pattern
except we decided that it would be far more sensible
and warmer to get to Earls Court later than the
previous night. When we arrived there was already a
tortured soul standing outside. He had been there
since 11.30am. We were impressed at his dedication
but slightly scared when it became evident that he had
only heard the two most recent albums. After some
wandering around with temperatures this time far lower
than your average freezer we settled down and chatted
about life. Then we heard a booming bass coming from
inside the venue.

The sound check had started. And the doors to the
vehicle bay were open. We had no choice but to run in
to the vehicle bay and jump up and down for all our
worth - 1. to get the blood circulating again and 2.
because he was playing Dead In The Water. And Real
Love. And Silver Lining. And Dead In The Water
again. And Caroline. And - horror of horror -
December. The cold was definitely getting to us
again. Is it possible to be rendered insane by
extremely low temperatures?

Anyhoo... a mere hour and a half later, the queue was
moved up towards the front doors of the venue, and we
began in our heads the five minute countdown to the
moment when the doors would be swung open and sweet,
sweet warmth would be ours once more. We presumed
that the vision of fire trucks screaming through the
gates was merely a hallucination brought on by low
temperatures and dancing in a car park. We were
wrong.

The fire brigade wandered about for ten torturous
minutes while we begged the bouncers to let us in to
the building any way - we reckoned that the warmth of
flames might be good for us. Eventually, though, they
buggered off, and we ran like fury towards the stage
once more. And once more, we were victorious.
EIGHTEEN AND A HALF THOUSAND PEOPLE - GET BEHIND US!
WE AM BEST!

Sunday night's gig was truly amazing - Saturday had
been good, but nothing more than a dry run for the
extreme brilliance of Sunday night. From the
fantastic opening act of Turin Brakes - their new
single Painkiller is brilliant - to the pure joy of
David Gray's every moment, we leapt up and down,
danced about, wobbled our heads and screamed like the
16 year olds we think we are.

We were also featured on the big screens on no less
than three occasions - the most prolonged was the
point where we screamed the word "Baaaa-bylon". The
documentary camera also decided to film for posterity
the right state we got ourselves in to during Late
Night Radio / Faster Sooner Now and we for two are not
looking forward to seeing that captured forever on
video tape. But heck - it was just fab.

*Comedy Lounge would like to point out that Susan does
not usually display violent tendencies and readers are
not to be scared of her.

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It's 3pm and things haven't gone too badly today - especially with the new "bothered? it's not my money" approach I have adopted as my work ethic. It's very scary the amount of money banks earn especially when you think how many massive wages have to be paid. I think I might ask for a pay rise if I am still here in the new year. They can only say no. And then I can leave in protest - hooray!

Me and Sharon have bought new toys but I'm afraid they are just too embarassing for us to tell you about given that you know how old we actually are and the fact that they are probably designed for children. We are very excited though and intend to play with them all weekend.

I am actually quite bored at the moment - I have the odd bit of work to do and have been "winning" things left, right and centre on ebay and buying xmas presents on gadget sites but I think I have had all the fun I can have on the internet. It now bores me.

If anyone is as sad and middle-aged as us and is going to see David Gray either on Saturday or Sunday do keep an eye out for us and say hello.

I am, um, very glad to be back on board the gravy train that is Team Comedy Lounge, and certainly hope that we can continue as before. Just like nothing has changed. And it's... it's just lovely... um... that we've got this new... person here to help swell the numbers. I'm very... pleased... to welcome Helena to the fold, and indeed to have her here to welcome me back to the fold after my time spent temporarily out of the fold. As it were. I'm sure we'll get on famously.

So. Back to work. (Is cleaning the toilets really part of my new job description, Susan?)

I'd like to announce that Sharon Cribbin is back on the Comedy Lounge team. She will join as a junior member and will be supervised by our new recruit Helena. There will be a probation period of 4 weeks during which time we will assess whether the standard of her work is at the correct mediocre level and not too much enough effort has been given to assignments. We will then decide whether she will be able to attend the relaunch party.

I have high hopes for Sharon and and glad to welcome her back.

Good lord. Lurking underneath all of the posts from yesterday, I've just discovered that my resignation has been accepted. But... but... I didn't tender it! I was just putting it up here for posterity, and so that I could revise and reissue it if and when the occasion arose in the future! I don't want to go...

Anyway, I've heard rumours about this Helena. (I've even started some of them myself).

This is not the last you'll hear from me. *evil cackle*

I checked my ticket from last week and I am gutted to say that I have not won the lotto.

From chortle...
"The comic opera based on Jerry Springer is to make its full-scale theatrical debut on London's South Bank.

The show, written by comedian Stewart Lee and composer Richard Thomas, opens at the National Theatre in April.

It is the first new opera to be presented by the theatre, and will be the first production at the Lyttelton Theatre to be chosen by incoming National director Nicholas Hytner

Jerry Springer: The Opera began life at The Battersea Arts Centre in 2001, funded by Thomas. It was developed through a series of public workshops, which were seen by such theatrical luminaries as Andrew Lloyd Webber and Cameron Mackintosh, as well as various Broadway producers.

The concert version, featuring a chorus line of singing and dancing Ku Klux Klansmen and songs such as Talk To The Hand, and Bisexual Bye-Bye, was performed at the Edinburgh Fringe this summer to glowing reviews. (Click here to read Chortle's five-star write-up)

Thomas and Lee have turned down offers of West End and Broadway productions to complete the opera with the National.

Hytner said: "I've followed the development of Jerry Springer ­ The Opera since I saw it in a workshop production 18 months ago at Battersea Arts Centre.

"It's exactly the kind of work the National should be doing: bold, scabrous, funny and beautiful. I'm delighted to be working with Richard Thomas and Stewart Lee on their groundbreaking new opera."

And Lee said: "I'm really pleased to be directing Jerry Springer - The Opera at the National Theatre as it is on the 243 bus route that goes directly to my home in Hackney."

Tickets will go on sale early in the New Year."

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Also, although I don't want to draw anyone's attention to it, the advent calendar is a bit wrong today. I tried updating it before i left the house and had to guess at the pictures (I've loaded up 25 pictures and am going to pick a random one every day to surprise myself every day to keep myself interested). Clearly number 15 isn't quite what I expected... My computer is very tempramental and where I was sitting it looked like it hadn't uploaded anything. I will sort it tonight.

What a joy and a pleasure it is to be back at work this morning, I don't think. Boss is back in today and I anticipate a much nicer day than yesterday. I got yet another grovelling letter from Natwest today but sadly no box of chocolates this time. Which reminds me I must check they actually recredited all the fees I moaned about - otherwise it could be boxes of chocolates all round for my friends and family this xmas courtesy of the natwest bank.

Yesterday, due to the fact that it was monday, people kept asking me what I did over the weekend. I clearly couldn't tell them about the website cos they'd only come and read my scathing opinions about them and see how much I loathe my job and take the piss on the internet. So I said I stayed in and now they all think I have no life. If only they took the trouble to get to know the real me.... Oh well. Bothered?!

Still no Xfm beenie hat in the post... maybe tomorrow. I am bored already and I haven't even started my work. Only another 7 hours to go... aargh. Why must I spend the majority of my life sitting on the 7th floor of a big building in London with lots of people who don't speak to each other and a big fat bulgarian wanker who seems to live to f*cking annoy the hell out of me. Why must I spend 35 hours of my life each week in this place. I think that is a question that needs to be answered and resolved as soon as possible.

"Dan...!.Dan...! Dan...! Dan.....! He's not seen me.... DAAAAN!!" Hope it wasn't just me that found that funny.

And relax...

So much for my bloody cooshtie day with no boss. It has turned into an unqualified nightmare. I'd been lumbered with loads of shite and no-one to help me. THink the worst of it is over now but I'm sure the shit will hit the fan tomorrow. Oh well. He;s off on friday too but I;ll make well sure he doesn't piss off without doing everything. Therefore I am hoping to have Friday as my internet day.

Arsing hell. Somebody must require the services of a 2* year old to sit and laugh and say whats funny and what;s not. Or something similar. Just get me out of this BANK!!!!

Fantastic night last night at the Store. Courtesy of Open Mike and Five. The line-up was amazing, it was Dara O'Briain, Kitty Flanagan, Rich Hall, Scott Capurro, Lucy Porter, Marcus Brigstocke (who was my top favourite), Noel Fielding (need I say more) and Mike Wilmot (who made me cry). It was a very long evening and it reached near-sauna temperatures but it was superb none-the-less. It's the only decent, non-porn show on "Five" and I was very happy to be part of it accompanied by Helena (have I mentioned Helena - she's my new friend) and Chortle (who has been a very busy boy).

Not sure what my next comedy outing will be - I really want to go to the CND benefit tonight but I fear I will collapse from lack of sleep. Said a quick hello to Noel and swapped email addresses and then we made our way up the road for a final drink. Cole Parker and another bloke who looked very familiar joined us and started an inpromptu game of poker (all highly legal and . Why must my last train be so sodding early, its not fair. It's not very showbiz. My back didn't give me too much jip last night until I decided to run for the train and then I felt like I was going to snap in two. It;s not my fault, it stopped hurting and I forgot. Oh well, I'm sure it will be dandy by the weekend when we have to stand up for hours in Earls Court for two nights in a row. Got in at 12.45am and stupidly decided that it would be a good time to watch last night's episode of I'm Alan Partidge. 10 minutes later I realised it was a very stupid idea and went to sleepy-byes.

Good news, boss isn't in and I only have one very important thing to do which could cost the bank $5.9m if I f*ck up - so no pressure there then. We all have new trendy black keyboards and mouses which is very exciting cos they don't make as much noise when you type so now no-one around me need know that I am spending my whole day on email and the internet. Nice.

Sharon Mary Anne Linda Cribbin. I hereby accept your letter of resignation and would like to announce a new member of Team CL. (We don't waste any time round here - don't be thinking you're indisposable). She is Helena. I'm not sure if I have mentioned her before, but she is great. Obviously I am sad to see you go but your work here is clearly done. It was nice working with you and all that - sorry, there's been no collection. We didn't think you'd want any fuss.

Oh, but I did mean it. I meant it, alright. Yep indeedy, and I meant it very much. I've already written the formal letter of resignation too. It goes as follows -

"Dear Susan-as-Editor-in-Chief,

I hereby tender my resignation as part of Team Comedy Lounge. I can no longer take the pace and the pressure - the months on end spent on the phone talking about whether or not we should put a new issue up, the weeks spent deciding on what colour the headings on the contents page should be, the hours worrying about whether or not the competition questions are too hard, and the mere minutes we take to throw any old rubbish together and put it on line with seconds to spare before midnight.

I just can't take it, and I don't think the readers can either. It's not fair on them, and it's certainly not fair on me. And if you make me go to one more Open Mic night... I'll kill them all with their own hackneyed observations. I mean it. I will do it.

I'm off to watch my old Lee and Herring Fist of Fun videos, accompanied by my good friends Donny Odd-Legs, John Menzies the Rat, and Alan Milk-Carton-For-A-Body.

Many thanks

Sharon"

I refused to accept Sharon's resignation last night. She never meant it. It was a moment of madness. It's the niCe mUm boys fault and then they have the cheek to point out a small mistake in the interview.

The weekend was a nightmare but the site does look lovely and shiny and new. It's very sad that we get no satisfaction from our "jobs" - just as well we have the Lounge. We have had a few people contacting us asking to write for us which is flattering so long as they know we can't pay them. It does feel like homework though. It was fun when we started cos no-one knew we existed but now people read it and we stupidly feel some pressure to get it done and make it good. Very exciting competitions though - have you entered them yet?

My levels of boredom at the moment really have sunk to an all time low. But at least my boss wanders off to chat a lot otherwise I'd be stick here looking at numbers, moving bits of paper and trying to look on the net with great diffuculty. As it is, he makes it quite easy, and he's off tomorrow and friday - hooray!

Comedy Store tonight (with my lovely friend Helena - did I mention how lovely she is?) and I swear if I see any more after that I will go right off comedy altogether. Well, maybe not. I quite fancy that Mark Thomas/Michael Moore benefit tomorrow night? Anyone?

I tried to tender my resignation to Susan last night, while in the middle of despair writing up the niCe mUm interview - no offence to the mummsie boys, but really - it's difficult being locked in the house having to do your homework when all you want to do is go outside and play with all the other 26 year olds. Susan wouldn't let me. She's a hard task master.

Still, new issue is up, thank the lord, and no one has threatened to sue us yet, so we must be doing something right.

Hooray - we've finished. At last. Sorry for the slight delay. Newer readers will come to realise that when we say it's going to be up on the sunday we mean fairly late on in the evening after we've finished cursing under our breath and pacing round our respective bedrooms.

And we'll do it all over again in 4/5 weeks. Can't wait. Not.

Not long now and the new issue will be up...in fact its a matter of hours. We've spent the entire weekend getting it finished so it'll be brilliant to get it online and over with for another month!

Had a brilliant night on Friday. Went to see the final of Take the Mike at Liquid Blue wih Helena. Other than the fact that it was a bit of a squeeze and we had to stand up, it was really good. The standard was very high but Karen Cockfield deservedly won. Said hello to Adam Bloom who was one of the judges and he was also very impressed with how good they all were. We wandered over to a really cool restaurant near Broadcasting House, (which I got oh so close to working in) and sat drinking wine and eating lovely food until we realised we'd be nattering for hours. Legged it for the train again and really put my back out.

Did arse all yesterday other than the website - and believe me it is looking great!