My absence from the blogosphere over these last few days is down to will power, a supreme effort was needed to keep me writing awful things about Catholic priests and bishops. The urge to vent has now passed over me and so I can safely commit finger to keyboard and fill your life with a little sunshine to pierce the veil of fog that seems to have descended on the country.
Japan still holds the headlines, especially the ongoing drama at the Fukushima power plant - the ebb and flow of good and bad news entrancing our country whilst the Japanese try and rebuild their lives.
On a more cheerful note I see the comedian I call Miranda Hart has won the award for comedy at The Royal Television Society, and the former musician Brian Cox continues his upward trajectory into the stratosphere of stardom. He is more famous now than when he was famous before - but at least he is famous for doing something and not just famous for being famous as most famous people seem to be these days.
I know a few famous people, I was talking to George Takei last night and Gyles Brandreth has invited me to go and see his one man show in London. I can't make it but how nice of him to ask me - he even said that I should come backstage after the show for a chat - do you think he wants to pick my brain for new material or is it my collection of knitting patterns he's after?
On the subject of Pattens, I see Lord Chris Patten is being lined up as the new chairman of the BBC Trust, although some have said he is not qualified for the role as he does not watch Eastenders...I would have thought that made him eminently qualified for any job.
I watch television to cheer myself up, to escape from the drudgery of normal life - so I watch programmes where people are happier then me...so by that measure those watching Eastenders must be really miserable.
It's a sort of snobbery though, I admit it, Eastenders is for the lowest classes - us middle classes watch Professor Brain Cox. Hold on though, I just noticed that Eastenders won a RTS Award too!
You could see that artistic snobbery on display at The Olivier Awards on Sunday - the audience on its feet cheering for Stephen Sondheim, his style far away from the musical that won the award voted for by the public - We Will Rock You. Even Brian May was shocked that he won.
So, time to toast my crumpets and make another cup of tea before I head off into the fog - I want to leave you with this motto and I expect you to sew it onto a handkerchief so you will always be reminded of its value...
In life it is always nice to be important but it's more important to be nice!
Until we meet again...
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