Oh Dear God, please make it that I get told today about whether I’ve got that job or not.

I just want to tell Arsehole Boss he’s a cunt, and be done with it.

So another person has walked out of the current series of Big Brother. That’s four departures, only one of which was a “proper” eviction…

Mind you, I’m not quite sure that George got the idea of Big Brother, because his reason for leaving was “My reason for leaving the Big Brother house is the thought of fame and how I would like to continue my private life – and fame is too much for me.”. Surely that’s the entire reason most people go on the bloody programme, to self-publicise themselves and become “famous” ?

I’m intrigued about one thing regarding the latest media outrage against John Prescott.

Are they wanting him to go because a) he was photographed playing a game while nominally “in charge” of the country? Or b) because he was playing croquet, “a game for the upper class”, while Prescott is supposed to be “working class”.

Would the media (and in particular, the Mail on Sunday, who paid for the photos) have been anywhere near as interested if Prescott had been playing, say, darts? Or five-a-side football?

The infection in my ear has finally cleared up. It’s taken its bloody time, but it’s gone.

However, in the meantime my brain had kind of got used to that damped-out sound, and was happily processing the world while taking that fuzziness into account, and thus amplifying whatever was getting through, so all was OK and at about normal volume.

Now that it’s just gone, though, it’s still catering for that problem, with the result that the world seems like a very loud place at the moment…

Back to work.

Oh joy, oh happy day, oh lucky me.

Thank shit that I’ve a weeks holiday next week…

Finally went to see it last night. Hmm, now, was it worth it?

X3 (Sorry, can’t be arsed with the long title any more) is OK. It’s better than a lot of ropy stuff out there, but equally it’s not a patch on X-Men 1 or 2. Directed by Brett Ratner, instead of the first two’s Bryan Singer, you can see the difference in style, and Ratner’s “Action” preference. The back story just isn’t there, and there’re some bits that just seem to hang there with no relevance to anything else.

Overall, it’s OK – it’s just not as good as 1 and 2. Which is a pity – I suspect that if Singer had stayed at the helm, and not chosen to rehash direct Superman Returns, X-3 would’ve been a far better film.

It’s still worth seeing (if you liked the first two, anyway) but a steady suspension of disbelief/logic is most definitely retired. Otherwise you’ll find yourself asking things like “So what was the point of the guy with wings?” and “Only six? Out of the entire school? Pfft” (which manage to ask the questions without chuffing the plot – helpful, aren’t I?)