Yes, in case you were worried, Phil and I made it back from Cardiff. It was about 15 hours later than originally planned, and it wasn't direct service, but you make it work. At least we didn't spend the night in a car on the M5, lacking, as the newscasts said, 'food, water, and facilities'. Special thanks to the Hilton for its not-especially- ( Read more... )

Last night, I had one of those experiences that confirmed I'm not in, ahem, Kansas any more. Namely, Making Your Mind Up 2007, a call-in programme by which the television audience chooses which act will represent the UK in the Eurovision Song Contest. The whole thing is such an exercise in camp absurdity (or, at times, just plain absurdity: witness ( Read more... )