clive owen *so* has to be the next james bond. inasmuch as he fulfils the main criteria for the james bond of the new millenium, imho:

– he’s not so old that he’ll bust his hip leaping out of a plane

– he’s not so young that he’s only just developed facial hair and making his own home-made bongs

– he can beat/shoot/blow up someone convincingly

– he can drive a really cool car with incredible style and panache

– he’s bee-yoo-tiful, purrrrr…..

ok, so I couldn’t let college girls pass without comment.

apart from the weirdness/coolness of seeing various people I know pop up, it had good points and bad points:

• yay for showing that not all oxford colleges are historic palatial bastions of brideshead and big money
• yay for oxford and how beautiful it looks (even the ugly bits of my college when all the anti-fees protesters were on the roof)
• yay for mad tash (red-haired natasha) who is an ace photographer and all-round good bird
• boo for only showing the scary bits of freshers week and not that you spend most of it having a whale of a time absolutely bollocksed
• boo for ignoring all the support systems to help homesick/stressed/worried/scared freshers and instead showing homesick medic looking like she was having the worst time of her life
• boo for making out that it’s all work work work when actually it is but somehow you manage to do very little of it

so, back from edinburgh and all the madness it entailed.

the good news? not only did we get some great reviews and break even, we actually made money. a lot of money. which means everyone gets their accomodation money back and had a wicked time, yee ha!

this week, I have been mostly visiting the big smoke, drinking with messieurs coates and morgan, doing corporate stuff, attending manchester fashion week (and blagging into the after party, natch), preparing for the dissertation and imminent back operation to help repair the crapness that is my back.

and now it’s jewish new year and I must away. see you soon, kids!