I finally got around to watching the SkyOne adaptation of Hogfather yesterday. (I've been waiting until Simon got back from Cardiff so we could watch it together.)

It wasn't going too badly - due to his lack of scenes, I was able to ignore the appalling characterisation of Mr Teatime as some kind of mutant cross between The Godfather and Little Lord Fauntleroy - but I'm afraid it all fell apart when Nobby came on screen.

Nobby with an overbite and a clear complexion? No, no, no, no, no!

Also, is it me, or were all the publicity articles and stills in the run-up to the airing stupidly excluding Susan? I mean yes, alright, David Jason is going to be a bigger draw, as Albert, than some actress who's only ever appeared in a mini-series about lesbian thieves before (or maybe not, come to think of it) but I hardly think that merits sticking him at the front of the bloody photos. It's a fucking minor role!

Anyway, I've been confined to the sofa for most of the last few days, as I visited the doctor last Wednesday because the pain in my coccyx wasn't subsiding, and was if anything getting worse. After poking me for a bit (I resisted the temptation to punch her) she said that she thinks it could well be broken, but she didn't want to send me up to x-ray as there's nothing they can do anyway - they can't exactly put a pot on it, so there's no sense wasting NHS resources.

She was a bit aghast that I hadn't taken any time off from work with it, and told me in no uncertain terms to have a least a week off and then come back and see her if it was still painful as I might need to be signed off. Noooo!

So I've been sitting in my typing chair for sort of 5-10 mins, then going to crash out on the sofa and watch TV. TV is shit. I mean I know I've never exactly been a fan of TV, but honestly, it is total cack. I started watching some dreadful thing called the "Jeremy Kyle" show the other day and there was nearly a cup-of-tea-to-screen incident. He appears to be Kilroy's natural successor, except that he's a woman-hating prick instead of a racist prick.

Anyway... going for a short walk now, although it's pissing down. I shall put my hood up, and hope I don't get mistaken for a chav, hehe.