What I have to do...
1. Wait until whenever French Glamour (Laetitia Casta) and US GQ (guess why - linked to up there, and so fine that Jessica's ruined entire lorryloads of women for me, as well as making it hard for me to make progress on my Monica Bellucci story) hit UK stores.
2. Weep on seeing my bank account.
3. Cheer Nick Austin for sending me a DVD copy of Cindy's Richard & Judy appearance.
4. Go to the place where the scores that got me into film music were recorded... but as that would involve a trip to California and to the places where Back to the Future and Silverado were done, as opposed to Abbey Road (open to the public this weekend - yes, believe it or not, Star Wars did not woo me as a boy!), that's kind of out of the question.
5. Shoot everyone who writes for the Evening Standard.
6. Avoid throttling Sharon every time she gets Desperate Housewives confused with Designing Women.
7. Think more about Jessica.
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