Still job hunting.
Still attempting to lose weight.
Still coming off the beer.

A few drinks over the weekend, but not very much.

Friday was an aerobics class. I was the only guy, and noticed I'd mistakenly worn my 'Sexy man' t-shirt. The class started with taking steps forwards and clapping, it was camper than Julien Clarys' handbag.

I've done aerobics once before, when I lost a bet. The idea was that if I lost I'd have to wear my friend Hanne's gym kit and do aerobics. To be honest, I'd have asked for the same thing if I'd won. I lost. I was still finding bits of spandex from that g-string leotard weeks later.

Ahhh.. University.. those were the days. Going into an exam with a half pint of beer (true), dying my hair blue (true - although not so easy these days, depending on which hair), missing all lectures and scraping through to the next year by a combination of luck and last night revision (true) and having sex with many girls one after the other (tragically untrue).

Where did all the good hair go? My feet are like a hobbits, by arse is like a badger (in a non snuffling around sense).. even my nose wants in on the act. Fortunately my nose is close enough to my head to give me quite a passable comb-over. It's a little messy when I sneaze, but worth the effort I feel.

One of the benefits of being TV is having an excuse to occassionally wear a wig. Ahhh.. it's bliss seeing lots of hair again, even if it does go squew-wiff with a good jerk (such as may be achieved by missing a few steps in heals). I'm not actually that bothered by the hair loss, I don't wake up screaming in horror in the middle of the night at the hair loss like I do when I dream I'm meeting Jim Davidson.

Well, that's enough from me. I get my belly measured tonight, I shall let you know the results.

In the mean time, love you, miss you, ciao!