Oh dear... oh dear, oh dear...

Work over the past couple of days has been very quiet. It's a great time to get the naff jobs out of the way that I've put off the rest of the year. Although this year, a whinging colleague who should've been on holiday had it cancelled and turned up to tell everyone about it... and not just once, oh no... It hasn't been cheery.

Aside, I went to see The New Statesman at the Trafalgar Studios last night. I haven't laughed that hard in a long, long time. I've heard that the script has some additional material on hand depending upon the political news of the day. The thought of the US invading Norway and Alan B'stard's quest to take over Number 10 by kidnapping Tony Blair and bringing down the BBC was very, very funny. Excellently written and a superb performance from Rik Mayall, it definately brought back fond memories of the original series from the 1980s. Indeed, I noticed that amongst the programmes was a DVD of the first series. Fine stuff. Great theatre too, as the front row is actually on the floor level stage.

Westminster Council has been getting ready for the Trafalgar Square New Year's Eve (non) celebrations. I spotted this lunchtime teams of workmen brushing anti-climb paint on all the lamposts. And then tying signs to each one warning of the paint's presence. Why? Surely if you're drunk enough to have a go climbing a lamp post you're not really going to be reading signs.

Happy New Year! I've great plans for 2007.