My new telly cabinet from the Swedish Beast. For my telly, on which to sit. I have to keep looking at it because my eyes love, love, love its redness. And shinyness. It's just so.... red!

I got heckled by some old guys on a park bench today. They called me something in another language which sounded, to my ears, like a feminised version of 'prosciutto'. Could be entirely innocent, but I can't help but suspect that I have been likened to purchasable meat of some variety or another. Mmmm, dry and salty.