I’ve rather annoyingly got interested in that Comic Relief Does Fame Academy thing. Generally, anything to do with Comic Relief is anathema to me—this has nothing to do with the cause, which is terrific, so much as the second-rate standard of the shows. But there has been a compelling, macabre kind of fascination generated by Ruby Wax’s performances, and Kwame (the black bloke out of Casualty) has a damn fine voice, actually. He looks damn fine too. You won’t get great odds on him being the winner.
The Comic Relief night itself looks to be the typical banal lineup. Lenny Henry doing Michael Jackson, presumably on serious steroids, promises to be as funny as herpes. The Martin Bashir interview literally defies parody, in any case.
My present unemployed status has led to me being enlisted on New Deal as of this week. Isn’t that nice.
GP appointment this morning. It seems I go about once a year lately. I got some topical stuff for my skin problems. If it makes it worse, I’ll be v. unhappy. If you don’t have problem skin, you’re missing out on something really special; pits and blemishes add such character, don’t they? I’m being ironic. I’d give character a miss if I were you.
We appear to have some very definite interest in our house right now. Positive news this coming Monday, I think. It all hangs on how serious the monetary offer happens to be. Moving is a scary prospect, but on the whole it’ll be nice to get out of here. I’ve spent most of the last 19 years of my life in this house… that thought is somehow highly disturbing.