Mone Mone Chiz Grumbl

I feel like shite and I have a nominal trial tomorrow in Cambridge (nominal in that we've resolved everything except costs). Bah humbug.

I discovered via a chance-heard thing on Radio 4 that Bill Bailey has a weblog, here . The comments alone make it worth reading. Doesn't seem to be an RSS feed sadly, but Black Books 3 will be on Channel 4 next month, apparently.

I went over to Soho for lunch, for various reasons. As I was coming out, thinking about anything and everything save what I was doing and where I was going (about Part 48 of the Civil Procedure Rules, mainly; a recipe for brain damage if ever there was one) I bumped into a shortish man who was also not looking where he was going (the Coach and Horses as it turned out). He looked vaguely familiar so I smiled at him as I began to mutter apologies.. it wasn't until he cut in with "my fault" that I realised it was Ian Hislop, presumably on his way to the notorious Private Eye lunch. Hurrah. I make a habit of this actually: it is but a few months since I came round the corner by The Ivy and cannoned straight into El Paxman. Who is much taller than one would imagine. (Entirely my fault that time.)

You should try it, it's much more entertaining than ordinary slebspotting.