Dumped by bitch-in-lowprofiles

Not the most eventful weekend to report. Kerry's company has decided to annoy their staff by changing their car scheme rules so the Audi A3 affair is over. Both of us are a little cut up about this but the costs to keep the high-maintenance turbo diesel madame were too much. Instead Kerry's been looking at a Seat equivalent without the 4WD. We test drove the Ibiza and Leon, and looks like the bigger model, Leon will be the next one. It didn't quite have the ride quality as the German supermodel but came pretty close. I hope the Audi keeps in touch with how she's doing with her new sugar-daddy. I'm gonna miss my bitch-in-low profiles.

Sunday was another low action day biking around Southampton. There was an Ideal Home show on the Common but looked rubbish especially as it was a fiver to get in. Instead we headed into town and treated ourselves to a Fopp shop. I can't stop listening to Modular presents: Leave them all behind, a superb mix of indie stuff which has some driving, danceable remixes. Bought The Kills album, No Wow based on the Good Ones track but the remix spoilt my house-head so another CD for the bargain bin. Other purchases were DJ Kicks Exclusives, DFA Remixes album and Miyazaki DVDs, My Neighbour Totoro (which was a tiny bit disappointing) and Princess Mononoke.

Last night Dara O'Briain was performing his stand-up show at the University. First time we'd been to the Nuffield theatre. As we approached I couldn't get over how many old, middle-classed gits were going to the same gig probably thanks to Have I got news for you. Only a fifth of the audience were students. Dara's style was fast, fluid and chatty to the front rows picking up odd subjects the audience fed him and fueling his routine adding his own life gripes. Luckily, his main targets were a mature student studying forensic science and a Navy worker who was based at HQ. Couldn't believe he was the same age as me blessing my moisturizer and limited beer-and-burger intake.