This wasn't intentional, but I don't think I've blogged since my dad added me to his RSS reader. (Hello!) Nor, indeed, since my mum joined Facebook... go go go, parents 2.0! (Oh god - making the family a more integral part of online social networking will probably find its way into another nauseating David Cameron speech soon. I'll have to add 'The State' as a Facebook friend in response.) Anyway, I thought I'd start with Thursday, High Barnet and Star Wars. Yes - much to the great surprise of all concerned I've never actually bothered to watch the original Star Wars films in full - a deficit of knowledge which Oliver, Abi and Abi's sister Sarah started to make up for on Thursday when we gathered to watch Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope (*snigger* - 'episode IV' indeed). In all its endlessly fiddled-around with DVD glory, it was fun enough and I am quite looking forward to seeing the remaining parts. Careful: no-one spoil who Luke's father turns out to be...

I think I managed to catch the very last Tube back from High Barnet, and probably did nothing the next day because my memory skips forward to Saturday: the day of the QPCS summer 'carnival' - quote marks borrowed from Alex Trafford - as well as the Doctor Who grand finale and (last but certainly not least) Abbi's Dirty Pirate Hooker party. I don't think anything I say about that last thing could compete with photos of the fantastic costumes, so check out Abbi's Facebook - hey, now my mum can too - for photos of those. And now I'm off to the Tricycle, which is always the start of a good night, so adieu.

Latest nostalgic musical addiction: Big Brovaz. You mess with my cheese and I’ll switch just like Schwarzenegger.