Saturday: I have suffered a small thumb injury this week - and it's pretty debilitating. It was rather unfortunate incident at a party I went to on Saturday night. I leaned on something rather hot, burnt my thumb and threw the sausage roll I was eating into a puddle. All in all it was very disappointing and, just to add insult to injury, it has really limited my computer gaming abilities. Bright.

Sunday: The party was 1980s-themed and I went as Elton John. My housemates went as a retro tennis player, a Pac Man ghost and one went that extra mile and dressed as a Smurf. Suffice to say, when you are covered in blue body paint from the waist up, it gets everywhere and we are still finding small patches of blue round the house in odd places. But was it worth it? Of course it was! Sunny.

Next week: I joined Twitter this week and I can report it is absolutely rubbish. What is the point of it, just updating the world on what you are doing, why not just get on and do what you are doing rather than telling us about it? And who in their right mind is using this website, like Facebook but with all the interesting bits taken out? And why, oh why, is everyone going on about it? I demand an answer. Cloudy.