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Need I say more?

Other than I maybe should have had a bet.......

So it's Oscar time.....I would 'live blog' but I have to get up for work at 5am.....grrrrrr.

Here are my predictions......

Actor - Forest Whitaker in The Last King of Scotland.
Actress - Helen Mirren in The Queen (should be Judi Dench though!!)
Actor in a Supporting Role - Alan Arkin in Little Miss Sunshine.
Actress in a Supporting Role - Jennifer Hudson in Dreamgirls (but Abigail Breslin should win!).

Adapted screenplay - Patrick Marber for Notes on a Scandal.

Best Picture - a wide open field this year....it's a toss up between Babel and Little Miss Sunshine. For me....Little Miss Sunshine....I loved the film. I found Babel too 'worthy'.

and finally.....

Best Director - Martin Scorsese for the Departed. Come on! He lost in 1980 to Robert Redford and in 1990 to Kevin Costner for fucks sake. The Departed may not be his best film but there are still flashes of genius there......come on....you know it makes sense!

I wonder how many I'll get right......

As it is Lent, I have stupidly agreed to, in a rather public manner too, give up chocolate for 40 days (actually it is 46 as Sundays are not counted).

So, you can imagine my horror when I found 'rogue' Creme Egg in my room last night. I tried hiding it, unsuccessfully in my sock drawer, wardrobe and in a shoe. However, even when hidden from view it still taunted me......

At 3.30 this morning I found myself crushing the egg between to sheets of paper and throwing it in the bin. I woke up again at 3.42am and had a serious think about taking the crushed up mush and eating it.

This was all after only 24 hours of no chocolate. 45 days to go.......

Yesterday I went to the shops and bought.........

I am currently rather poor......but very very happy (and more mobile!!!)

Caught the end of the Brits last night....didn't watch the whole thing as there was something far more important happening on BBC 1 (missing 2 penalties too!).

Anyway.....is it me or did Liam Gallagher, whilst singing Cigarettes and Alcohol, sound just like Frank Sidebottom?

Back from my travels and quite frankly I am depressed.

Back to work tomorrow and I don't think I can face it. I could very well be out of a job in 6 weeks time and I am not sure what I am going to do.

I am hoping it will pass and that I avoid disappearing up my own arse as I did 18 months ago. Trouble is, i feel the same as I did, tearful, panicking, feeling of dread, that I am not good enough, feeling trapped....and the one I really find difficult to handle....feeling alone.

Am off to the big smoke tomorrow......for a Dave Gorman-esque meeting with my namesake (it's a very long story....I may tell it some time).

I'll also be going to the National Portrait Gallery, The V & A to see a Kylie exhibition and seeing if I can get tickets to this.

On Friday, I'm off to the 'toon for cake and a trip to the Arboreum in Durham.

I think I'm going to like not being at work :)

If you have a spare £6 this weekend, go and see 'Notes on a Scandal'. It's a fine film, bloody well written and Judi Dench gives a performance of evil twisted genius.

For some reason I downloaded Lame....sorry....Limewire, it was more out of curiosity as a number of people have described it as the 'saviour of the internet'. No....it's basically KaZaA.

Anyway, it was all because I had an earworm, 'Dragging Me Down' by the Inspiral Carpets, been humming it all day. I couldn't find it from my usual *cough* sources so gave Limewire a whirl.

I ended up taking a trip down memory lane....no sooner had I listened to the Carpets, I was listening to Hippy Chick by Soho, Hear the Drummer Get Wicked by Chad Jackson, Don't Be Cruel by Bobby Brown, Wash Your Face In My Sink by the Dream Warriors, Pink Sunshine by Fuzzbox and Requiem by the London Boys.......ah my teenage years. My god the music was crap.