Four things.

Joe Strummer died. Total fucking bummer.

Christmas was oddly excellent. No bitter recriminations, pleasant tipsiness all round, and gorgeous weather (along with marinated scallop kebabs). Huzzah.

Brent started a new blog here. He has a genius for finding hilarious photos.

Final, and weirdest thing: the night before last I had a dream that I was having sex with Halle Berry (odd, in itself, because if I was going to choose to have an experimental lesbian moment with a celebrity, it would *not* be her), and *she dissed my technique*. How demoralising!