Film.

I leapt into the kitchen heroicly. I had an idea. Heavens preserve us from boys with ideas. I was going to make salt and pepper tofu. I wasn't even hungry, I was just enthusiastic. Out came the silken, and, well, to cut a long story short:

Boy: 0
Tofu: 1


Humiliating, no?

Anyway, I'm sick, which is poo because I am on holiday. I've felt recently like I have had a lot of momentum - good momentum - but now I feel like I've thudded into a large dense cube of ballistics gel, well short of my target. But:

If I feel better tomorrow, I would like to go and see No Country for Old Men, which looks to be fantastic. Anyone interested?