I was on the radio on Thursday night – LBC to be precise – explaining (and promoting) Secret Santa. At least I think I was – I wasn’t able to get home in time to actually hear it, and their archived sessions don’t seem to have been recently updated. I said beforehand that I would prefer not to do anything live, as I knew I’d get nervous and stumble over my words. And in fact I did that anyway, but never mind. Did anyone hear it?
So Tom Cruise manages to get another claim that he is gay squashed through the courts [BBC News]. This time a judge has ruled that the star isn’t gay. Quite how he checked isn’t mentioned. The interesting thing about this story is that if Cruise did turn out to be gay after all of this he’d almost certainly have perjured himself time and time again. The question is though – why do so many people think he is a poof?
If I were a Bond Villian, I’d be … Octopussy!? And if I were an evil criminal… 
Which Evil Criminal are You?
Watch in awed wonder. The crab that I coloured in yesterday has been wandering around London, scaring the tourists.
Must visit beautiful site of the day is nothing.ch.
Interesting toy of the day is Moodstats – a little application by the people behind k10k. You input several key characteristics of your day, every day along with a few notes and a diary entry. This information is sync’ed with a central database (if you register and pay ’em of course), allowing you to annotate your life. If it were linked with a web publishing application like Movable Type or Blogger it might become truly useful rather than just momentarily entertaining…
George Harrison has died. It’s being talked about on Metafilter and TCN. I’ve just listened to Here Comes The Sun – by way of a tribute. Ironically, it was only three months ago that Salon debunked rumours that he was dying.
Dan puts up a rogues gallery of his time in England. See if you can spot me.
I also discovered that I’d got paid for something and immediately decided that along with my mother’s traditional Christmas contribution I could now afford to buy myself an
I have spent much of my lunch-time cutting out and colouring in a huge crab, to be worn around the head of rathergood nutter Joel Veitch. We had a whole pack of marker pens. It was great. The rest of the office looked at us liked we’d accidentally let our dog pee in their coffee.