…sausage rolls.

I must be getting responsible in my old age. Today was the first time I’ve not only been aware of the fact that the Budget was taking place, I also was paying close attention but mainly as small businesses got pretty screwed over last year and the proposals for this year weren’t looking too promising. Fortunately, the big issue I was concerned about has been delayed until next year. Not that it matters anyway as Brown’s last fucking act as chancellor screws most of the people on a lower income anyway and these days, that includes me. Labour: protecting the interests of the wealthy since the Tories messed it up.

Anyway, enough of the politics. What the fuck is with CSI: Miami? It’s fucking dreadful! I know a lot of people rave about the original CSI which I confess to never having watched but I did catch this spin off last night and it was truly, truly terrible. I hope it’s not representative of the rest of its siblings! On a more positive note, I’m currently disappointed at not being able to tune into Virgin One on Thursday nights to catch the Sarah Connor Chronicles Terminator TV show thing. I watched the first one and it seemed quite good or perhaps that was because I think Lena Headey is far, far hotter than Linda Hamilton ever was.

Life in Nottingham is… unsettled. I still don’t have a place to live but am waiting to hear about leasing a flat which will give me a base to run my operations out of. I haven’t ventured far out of the guest house I’ve been staying in but have managed to finally watch the entire third season of Battlestar Galactica which entertained me for a couple of evenings. On the other evening, I rewrote a short script for the umpteenth time so that felt productive too. I celebrated by getting very drunk on Amaretto - I seriously know how to party hard.

That’s it. Nothing interesting. Haven’t finished my review of Cloverfield and rarely get a chance to netConnect() these days.