Sorry, I can't take it anymore. I could live with the world when Pink's "Get the party started" was number one, but that semi-spanish schmuck currently wailing away in some poppy, disgusting piece of faff is just too much to be borne. There's nothing else for it. I'm simply going to have to stop watching music shows.

In other news, that new Corrs song where they try out different images in the film clip makes me laugh. I liked heavy-metal Corrs. And punk Corrs. When the lead singer goes punk she looks surprisingly like Shirley Manson. At least, I thought so. Give me a break, it was early on Sunday morning, for DOUG's sake.

And meanwhile, I finished A Song for Arbonne. More Guy Gavriel Kay. Obviously, I'm trying to kill my creative writing career before it even gets started. Although this one wasn't as blindingly brilliant as the others. Still very good, but only two moments of tears, and I recognised a couple of the elements from Lions of Al-Rassan, which will remain the peak of literature, as far as I'm concerned. Nevertheless, it's lovely to have Kay I haven't read before. I think I'm going to have to hold off on finding a copy of Tigana, just so I'll always have the warm fuzzy of knowing that no matter what, there's always a Kay book out there that I haven't read yet.