Went to the movie. The Bourne Identity. And now it's official: nothing is ever going to make me truly covet Matt Damon. Dogma couldn't do it, and if anything was going to do it, it was this movie. I mean, we all know the willingness to desire I hold for any sort of hard-assed bastardly, dangerously competent character. But the fact remains that Matt Damon retains this core innocence that he just can't shake.

Plus, what's with his nose?

But anyway, great movie. Great blockbuster-novel movie, so a lot of fun, and moderately decent storyline. Franka Potente was way cool. And there was still Clive Owen, at his stoic, smouldering best, to drool over. Does that man ever not look hot?