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Horoscope Update for Friday, 10th March:

Married Andy: Some soup will cause hilarity or confusion among your colleagues or family members, and a view that you know well will be changed forever. A journey you make regularly will take longer than usual and will be made to feel longer still. You are not as well-prepared for the day as you would like to be, and this is highlighted early on when you realise that something is missing. Dinner will be a disappointment. The number 14 will be significant. You will worry that a friend is caught up in something he cannot cope with.

Well, we did speak about soup in the office. Specifically, the fine line between the smell of soup and the smell of BO. But it wasn’t that hilarious and, other than a particularly unimpressive dinner, none of the rest of the horoscope was of any relevance really.

Metro: No matter what you say today, people seem wilfully determined to misunderstand you. You may have to make your point three times, put it in writing and follow-up with an email.

Not that I noticed. So, no points for the Metro.

Which means Married Andy wins it, but only just.

I spent the weekend celebrating birthdays: my Small Friend Claire was home from digging up all of Ireland to have lunch in DiMaggios with her friends; and later on I was out for drunkenness and hilarity with Ange and his skeezy, mitten-stealing mates, ostensibly for Caroline’s 21st. (We got a knock-back from Campus. OH, THE INDIGNITY.) A little voice – divine providence? – in my head told me to get the last train home, and I left the pub just as the snow was beginning to fall. I haven’t heard from Ange since, which is a little worrying.

I also managed to find the time to get my fringe trimmed back enough to be able to see under it at least, and I saw Capote to kill a bit of time. I have to say Philip Seymour Hoffman well deserved that little trophy. Not comfortable viewing by any means, but an interesting and engaging watch.

There’s something comforting in the fact that, despite technology’s rampage over the earth, a bit of adverse weather can knock the country out as completely as it did yesterday. My mother and I still ventured into the wintry wilderness though, for an abortive attempt at clothes shopping as Braehead was near abandoned. We made it home, I fell asleep for a couple of hours and ended up not watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s as planned (sense a theme here?) because I discovered how to extract music videos from CD singles and upload them to iTunes. Yes, I am that much of a dork. But now I can watch my favouritest music video EVER (ask Amber!) as often as I want without having to dig out the CD. OH THE PRETTEH.

From the papers, etc: RIP Jinky . And The Scotsman has an interview with Stephen Merritt.

Two lines of an email was all it took for me to abandon my tin of soup in favour of a lunchtime chippy. Still it’s miserable out, and heart fare is required to get us through the day.