I wrote recently that I wasn't a big fan of the summer but that I didn't see it as a precious commodity that would be wasted if I wasn't out roasting myself a shade of lobster red instead of sat on my sofa playing Fable 2. I've been reminded this weekend of another reason why I'm sceptical about the whole season, because in the UK, every sunny day seems to come with a big bastard storm attached to it.
I'm not sure where the habit for using the word 'reboot' came from but when people use it when they mean 'remake', I start getting angry in the same way I get angry when people spell it 'loose' when they mean 'lose'.
It seems that in England, summer has arrived in force, with not just days of warm weather ahead but rumours of entire weeks of it.
Here's a surprising fact; having lived in London for more than two years, I only began taking my laptop to write in cafés about a month ago.
In which we find me adding an Xbox 360 Elite to my ever-changing collection of consoles.
Catching my eye
I was born in '78 so I can only really have faux nostalgia about this.
A new Scorsese and DiCaprio pairing, which usually results in good things.
Something for everyone in here it seems.
Ron Jeremy's penis kills people. That's also the plot of the film, ho ho.