Here is a video in which David Mitchell tells the story of the time a woman asked him to sign her chest. He is adorable and I love him.

So, of course, I did it, as quickly as possible, trying not to puncture the skin and inadvertently give her a tattoo, and desperately wishing I had a shorter name, or at least one with fewer 'i's to dot. I was quite tempted just to use my initials, but you can't really initial tits; it makes it look like you're ratifying an amendment to the tits.

This is exactly the sort of situation in which Mark Corrigan would find himself, were he well-known enough to attract autographical requests. Your life is an episode of Peep Show, David Mitchell.


It seems that Glee started up again when I was looking the other way! The actor for one of the new characters, Sam, is named 'Chord Overstreet', and his father wrote the song 'She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy'. This is so endearingly ridiculous that I am already inclined to like him.

The opening of the second series was silly and fun, and that's really all I ask of Glee. I'm not sure I entirely buy Rachel's behaviour - she's always been egotistical and selfish, yes, but here she crossed a line that I wouldn't have expected of her - but I can forgive Glee the occasional characterisation inconsistency so long as it continues to provide me with, well, glee. And it did! (My favourite moment was 'SHUT UP!!1!', just for the expression that accompanied it.)

I seem to recall suggesting that the second series should consist entirely of Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn lying in a big cuddly pile, though. I mean, all right, Glee writers, ultimately it's your series and you can do what you like with it. Just don't come crying to me when you realise what a brilliant idea that would have been. (The next suggestion for you to ignore: at some point, the characters should sing 'Always' by Erasure. Dressing them up as robot unicorns is optional.)


Waterloo Road is on at eight o'clock tonight on BBC One. I'm not even going to pretend I'm not going to watch it. Everyone in this programme is an idiot, but I can't resist the angst-filled adventures of Josh and his little gay face. (Josh is certainly no exception to the idiocy rule, but he is endearing enough to make up for it.)

I'm a little worried that I'll become interested in all the other storylines in the process of following Josh's, and then I'll have to catch up on Waterloo Road properly. There are more than eighty hour-long episodes! That's quite a commitment. Not to mention the fact that I'm a one-person fandom for far too many things already.