For a few days, with my girlfriend back from partying at Glastonbury, life became a blue of domestic bliss, pizza and pay per view. Perhaps we should have been healthier and walked somewhere, but sweet things and sitting watching movies are both enjoyable.

I believe we did watch the turkey of a movie - "Churchill: The Hollywood Years" - which, despite having paid for it on the pay per view, made me want to turn it off. Its mildly amusing-ness just about rescued it from being ignored, but it was hard bloody work!