From the brilliant to the banal, from the magnificent to the moronic, from the imaginative to the, well, shite.

I almost feel I have to apologise for today's picture, I suppose little would have topped yesterday's. Nothing happened to me all day though, and shit all happened on TV either.

France is a TV wasteland. I switch the box on to find, what else, Boney M and Village People live, revived! How dare you think they were dead? Anyway, disco apparently never died even if some of them did - this particular televisual crime even has subtitles so you can sing along to 'in the navy' for whatever reason.

Tomorrow, I hear plans of a small trip out, but I'll find something to do if that doesn't happen; the feeling of wasting away started to come back. I'll have to get back in time to catch the prime-time midsomer murders repeat though...