Edit Me, Edit Me, You Wild Bitch*

In the end, all my efforts to indulge in any culture at all last night were scuppered by a work crisis that unfolded in a highly unwelcome fashion at 8pm and lasted pretty much until 1am.

Still, you know me (well, some of the less fortunate among you do). Given the choice between going to see Star Wars Episode 88 And A Half and seeing Hem play at the Shepherd's Bush Empire, I'd always rather have been sitting in my office Thought Cupboard, where the ambient temperature is something approaching the surface of Mercury, editing HTML files into the small hours.

But! The small interlude during which I did actually manage to have dinner with Mr P resulted in a comedy website idea so amazing that it will either a) ensure my immediate entry into the annals (no. 875) of internet celebrity, or b) have been done to death already. Must investigate forthwith.

* This title has absolutely nothing to do with me.