Let's be perfectly clear - any appearance on the nation's screens of Brigadier* Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart is to be welcomed, but 'Enemy of the Bane' seems to have taken a big leaf out of RTD's book of Big Finales Which Make No Sense Whatsoever. ( spoilers )

There aren't many London venues with bones in the basement - or at least, ones that admit to it and display them. But Benjamin Franklin House is not like other venues. There didn't seem to be much in the way of mementoes of Franklin - who in my head is played by Tom Wilkinson - but it did feel old, and I like that in a venue. The show consisted of The Melting Ice Caps and The Soft Close-Ups, with both acts covering each other's songs too, quite an impressive set of permutations given that's only two people. Mr Shah namechecked me in 'Selfish Bachelor' too - "we can't all be glamorous like you, Alex Sarll" - which was lovely, but also quite surprising given that I'd just been thinking how true to my own life his line about eating breakfast in your dressing gown was.
Then on to Soul Mole, now at the Oak Bar. Which had made one rather puzzling alteration: when I've been there before for Lower The Tone, a lesbian night, the loos are stocked with free condoms. At Soul Mole, which in spite of the dancing and the bumming is mainly straight - no free condoms. This source of mild puzzlement aside, as ever a jolly good night - in particular, I'd been really needing a dance to '99 Problems'.

Battlestar Galactica having finished production, they're going to auction off the props. I'm still two seasons behind, so reluctant to investigate too closely for fear of spoilering myself.

*Technically a General since his role in foiling the Ice Warrior invasion of 1997, but everyone still calls him the Brigadier because, well, he's the Brigadier, isn't he? Geek polyfilla there, marvellous.