I'm officially on holiday and letting my brain go to mush.  No sunny beaches, though.  Windy and wet Brighton is the place to be.  Plus a short excursion to London to wander round the Science Museum and take in the sights.  Its always a lot more pleasant to visit London than when I was living there.  Its like an old familiar friend...just one you don't really want to visit for too long due to their filthy lifestyle and ability to suck all your money out.

I've made no real plans to go much comedy, or even think about writing.  Typically, this means a last minute call to tread the boards at Rabbit in the Headlights @ The 3 & 10 on Friday night.  I'll be compering, so not spuriously worrying about perfecting a set of any description.  Hopefully I can get some inspiration from lounging around the house.  Somehow.

I've also been living, breathing and sleeping Scott Pilgrim at the moment and I'm as excited as fudge about finally seeing the movie this week.  I don't think it will disappoint.  Although I've set my expectations pretty high.  They were very low for Transformers 2 and still that left me bruised.