I was listening to the radio on the way in to work this morning. It was a balmy 5C, although the snow is due back at the end of the week. Started with Thought for the Day (always a favourite), and found out that we are currently in Advent, and that it's not all about presents! No. It's actually all about being judged by God on the Last Day. He rather spoiled the doomy message by saying that he was having psychotherapy. If had to choose between being judged by God and being judged by Freud, I think I'd find it hard to decide. I hope he's getting some ECT too.
This reminds me that I found out last night that my daughter is going to play Mary in her preschool Nativity play. I am ridiculously proud of this, as I see it as confirmation that she is beautiful and talented. Although there is the nagging thought that it shows the preschool teachers think she's the child most likely to be able to pass off unwanted pregnancy as divine intervention.
There was also a bit about Silvio Berlusconi, who I find endlessly entertaining, and I started thinking about which politician I'd most like to have dinner with. Can you imagine dinner with David Cameron? Having to listen to his stories about fagging at Eton? Bleurch! There's a strong temptation to choose Nick Clegg, just so I could tell him what I think of him. I reckon Gordon Brown would actually be quite entertaining, although I'd probably end up staring at his glass eye. My top choice would be Silvio, as long as he was paying, and as long as I could bow out once he started ordering cocaine and prostitutes.
And finally, one of my PhD students came to see me yesterday and said,' Oh! And my doctor has told me I'm actually quite autistic.' What's the correct reply to that? I just said it was an occupational hazard, and resisted the temptation to say 'LDO!'.