I would say perhaps I need to get out more, but I did go to Paris last week, so I'm not a total social leper. I think I maybe do need to get out on some dates or somethng on a weekend though, for this weekend the things that have excited me most are a) being on my own the whole weekend apart from last night, and b) two fabulous documentaries. Life in the fast lane, I tell ya.

I was as happy as larry on my Jack Jones all weekend. Lads, I guess this must be how it feels when the Mrs goes off to visit her Mam for the weekend. I just felt so relaxed, and it didn't bother me one little bit that from 5pm Friday to 8pm Sunday, the only person I spoke to was my Mam (and that was because she'd texted me "Did you just ring me?...and I hadn't). I made risotto, I made curry, I made chilli, I turned my radio on and sang my head off, I listened to the match in peace, no-one woke me up early putting plates away, I didn't feel bad when I trotted home at 11.30pm last night and made loads of noise. Bliss...

Being on my todd meant I had control of the telly, so no-one could complain when I watched a documentary on Saturday night instead of X Factor (bleeeeuuugh). Tony Robinson presented an incredible documentary about The Book of Revelations and how some American (who else?) churches are preaching that the end is nigh, and actively seeking out apocalypse (and funding churches in developing nations to preach the same message). The subject is too immense for me to condense it down, but the jist is that, for example, End-Timers encourage global warming as they see it as a sign of the Second Coming. They aim protect Israel at all costs, in accordance with Revelations, and as such have identified Kofi Annan as The Anti Christ, for meddling with those pesky Palestinians.... It was bloody frightening, and ludicrous, but mainly frightening.

Sunday, again billy no mates and happy with it, I went to see Al Gore's documentary An Inconvenient Truth at the flicks. A slide show by a politician on the effects of global warming....yeah, ok, it doesn't sound riveting. But it's actually very good, and I urge you to see it. Because it's also bleedin scary, but essential viewing.

Last night I went out with Rodders. He kept me waiting way way longer than a chap should leave a lady sitting alone in a pub, due to traffic, but he bought me dinner, told me good gossip and we laughed lots.

And he suggested, I really should get out on some dates on a Saturday night  All this thinking can't be good for a gal...