Right, still don't have broadband at home (really, AOL, you're doing yourself a world of customer service good here), so doing this at, wait for it, a public library.  I feel just that little bit saintlier; public libraries are an entire moral good.

Saw The Pitmen Painters at the National last night, about a real group of miners from the 30s who had an art movement.  It was by Lee Hall, the guy who wrote Billy Eliot.  Brilliant and very funny first act with a second act that kind of drags.  And then drags some more.  By the time the two and a half hour mark rolls around and the speeches begin, it starts to feel like socialist church.

Which brings me to my good and excellent and very funny friend Kim in Arizona, whose blog I now happily plug.  It's called Just Wait, You'll See and I mention it here because she lives by an actual mine.  True.  Everything's coming up labour.