In the car with a girl - promise me she's not your world?

How on earth did I fail to notice the utter gayness of the Killers' 'Andy, You're A Star'? I really do have the world's worst gaydar.

The unpacking is all but finished, so why do I not feel even the satisfaction I'd normally get from a bookcase reshuffle? Perhaps just because I was listening to Smog for the last lap.

All of my television - Fifteen Storeys High, I Am Not An Animal, Yes, Minister and Human Mutants - finishes this week. I suppose I should take this as a good thing, for it leaves me free of taping commitments and more able to frolic in parks.

"You speak treason!" "Fluently."

I've always been fond of Switzerland. I think it's the same logic as decides my favourite dinosaurs, the armoured and pointy triceratops and ankylosaurus. They don't start fights but if anyone else is fool enough to do so, then they'll fvcking well finish them. I also like the Swiss tradition of direct rather than representative democracy, and their landscape. And one of my first crushes was on a Swiss family friend.
All that said, even if tonight's footballism was against a team representing the shortlived Nazi-Soviet Pact, I'd still hope England lost.