*The fact that I just got all of last night's Veronica Mars. Even though I will be noble and wait to watch it until Patsington gets home.
*Looking on Abebooks for Jill Tweedie's collection of '70s Grauniad columns and finding it in a Meath bookshop that will post it out to me today.
*Laughing about Ju Ju with Patsington, who is particularly good at doing a surly Ju Ju voice (even though at the wedding Patsington was St Peter to Ju Ju's Jesus. Yes, he denied her three times before the cock crowed! Or something. Anyway, he pretended that he is not just as much of a crazy cat man as I am a crazy cat lady, which is very unfair. And when I accused him of this he sniggered evilly. Bold Patsington!).
*The fact that I am finally going to see Serenity tomorrow with glitzfrau and hopefully our friend J-Gu.
* Young David Platt on last night's Coronation Street blasting Joy Division from his bedroom. Extra points for disrupting the romance of his horrible shrew of a mother Gail with his excellent musical taste! If you needed any more proof that Corrie rocks, then this, surely, should be it. I should add that all the acting in the recent Danny/Leanne revelation plotline has been excellent, especially Frankie, and even, I'm afraid to say, Dougal-haired Wurzel Gummidge lookalike Jamie.