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A Very British Storm Junkie v Paparazzi: Next Generation

Having too much time on my hands, and in search of a hobbie, chasing storms or chasing celebrities seemed like viable ideas. Both of these past times look quite exciting from afar, but I think, on the whole, I'd rather be a storm junkie. The third option would be acting as Shirley's stunt double on Eastenders, as I would get to leap over a wall belonging to a neighbour of George Michael's, and have the chance to wear an ill-fitting blonde wig. But no, storm chasing it is. You meet friendly people who don't care what the rest of society thinks - including loved ones - and you go abroad a lot. The paparazzi lifestyle isn't nearly so glamorous, unless you count taking photos of famous people, and the job amounts to being a paid stalker of people who, frankly, aren't that interesting. Jude Law, need I say more?

Coronation Street: 9 February 2009

If only Uncle Len Windass hadn't shouted EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS LINES in last night's show, I might have still had intact eardrums. It's time for Gail to lend Joe some money so he can buy some polyfilla to fill that almighty gob. While we're on the subject of the Windass family, do they have to be such hateful creations? We've have seen this before of course, and the Battersbys became likeable in the end we know, but I wish the writers would give them at least some redeeming characteristics apart from Eddie being able to bake fairy cakes.

Dancing on Ice Week Five: 8 Feb 2009

Alas, poor Todd has been evicted, er voted off, and Ellery lives to skate another day. I'm quite surprised Todd wasn't rescued by the viewers given the popularity of his routines, but the writing was perhaps on the wall once Torville and Dean decided to drop the intentional comedy. Here's to hoping he'll be on this year's Strictly Come Dancing.