I’m all drugged up with nowhere to go. Literally. Today I had to forgo a free facial because my foot is intent on getting worse before it gets better. I’m still fooling myself that it’ll be 100% fine when I go to Australia (a week Saturday) even though that’s looking less and less likely as the days go by. I had an X-ray on Sunday and it’s not broken, which makes it even more annoying that it STILL HURTS.

Ah well, I’ll live. Onto far more exciting things, and a bit of boy ogling. The latest man to find his way into my daydreams is JJ Feild, who, in a nutshell, looks like Jude Law and sounds like Alan Rickman. He was in The Ruby In The Smoke and The Shadow In The North with Billie Piper, and the recent ITV / Andrew Davies adaptation of Northanger Abbey (which is where I saw him). Apparently he was in our office building last year (there’s a production company below us) and Katie and I were contemplating spending long periods of time in and around the lifts, hoping to spot him. We didn’t. Aaaanyway, I’ve just discovered he’s starring in ‘Ring Round The Moon’ at the Playhouse Theatre, and am currently sat here impatiently awaiting my housemate’s return so I can book us two tickets. We have a habit of booking tickets to see things purely based on the cast. Not that we’re shallow or anything. Last year it was John Simm in Elling. This year we already have tickets to see David Tennant and Patrick Stewart in Hamlet at the RSC. So worth the trip up to Stratford, though waiting until August is just mean. The last thing I saw at the RSC was The Duchess of Malfi when I was studying for my A’levels. It was absolutely mindblowing. And a bit disturbing. Have you ever read Webster? He was – to quote my good friend Jojo – Nucking Futs. Obviously I never put that in any of my essays.

We’re also going to the Isle of Wight festival this year. My housemate’s from the island originally, so I get all the fun of a festival without having to go anywhere near a tent. And we have The Police, The Kooks and Scouting For Girls all on one day. As far as I’m concerned that’s worth the ticket price alone.

Yes, I have rubbish taste in music. Deal with it.