I see from Twitter

That the estimable Mr. Stephen Fry is in LA filming another episode of Bones.

Dear god, I wish he wouldn't. It's such a painful caricature, a Mary Poppins Englishman, the cultural-assassination  equivalent of blacking up and singing 'Mammy'. It makes me cringe, deed it does.

And where's the new series of QI? 6 months since they filmed it and I say, is this what we pay our license fee for? It's an outrage, it really is.

Writerly update

46 chapters, 136,303 words, 95% complete.  Only 2 chapters, 8,000 words to finish . Dear god, whatever will I do when it's done? Suggestions on a postcard...

In other news, m'sister just took delivery of a Radio Times from 1st May 1969. So many ads for slimming-aids (and 50/50 featuring men as the dieters which is interesting) and just utterly fascinating. I cannot tear myself away!