When the cat's away...

Alison went away for the weekend, to visit a friend she was at uni with.

So while she was away I... did the ironing, hoovered the house, watered the plants and cleaned the bathroom. Hmm. Married life must be getting to me.

Sure, I also spent 4 hours in my dressing gown playing Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow (good game, looking forward to Chaos Theory in the near future), watched too much TV, stayed up late and didn't cook anything more sophisticated than cheese and tomato toasties but even so... cleaning the bathroom? Man.

Anyway.

I saw that Golf GTI advert again last night. They now appear to have edited out the bit with the dodgy jump on the lamp post. I understand why they did it, as it's badly edited (when he jumps he's one way round, then they change shot to show him hanging onto the lamp post and he's the other way round - d'oh!) but it's a bit of a shame too as the move looks pretty cool.

Also, what's the deal with some dance music becoming quite likable? I mean, normally I can't stand the trashy dance music that gets into the charts, but in the past 6 months or so we've had Call On Me by Eric Prydz, My My My by Armand Van Helden, Shine by the Lovefreaks (sampling ELO - woohoo!) and now some song about catching a falling star or some such nonsense. 4 dance tracks I like in 6 months? At the turn of the century it could take 6 years to find that many bearable dance songs. I'll try to keep a check on myself, in case this peculiar infection spreads, but in the mean time if anyone catches me in Woolworths buying Ultimate Trance Trip Hop Hits 2006 Big Beats Edition, then please beat some sense into me.

Right. This is a bit random and waffly, so I'm going to go home before I get snowed into this miserable school.