A day indoors save for a trip to the dry cleaners.
Rock and ye olde roll, refusing all invitations towards the Iveagh Gardens and Dicey Reilly's and whatever madness lies therein and thereunder.
There was the football, which served as a constant reminder of Jonny Greenwood's score for 'There Will Be Blood.' Y'know, the buzzards, swarming non-stop through the commentary of George Hamilton, Stephen Alkin and, over on the other side, Camp Football Pundit Mark Lawrenson. Vuvuzelas my hole.
Thank fuck for BBC Four and 'No Distance Left To Run,' a documentary about Blur's reunion tour last year. No World Cup hyperbollix here, just one of the best films about music this charming man has seen for aeons and ages.
It made me crave a job where I have to warm up first with my own rider, some fizzy pop and a couple of Crunchies, before an inevitable descent into breakdance and breakdown.