What a week. I've been too busy to breathe because I've been downloading all of the season 2 episodes of Lost off various bit torrent networks.

Illegal, I know... but after my mate and big chief radio mucker Al Daulby let me borrow the end of series 1 on region 1 DVD, I just had to know what happened next. I would have gone mental if I'd had to wait until September 2006.

When you consider that we have simultaneous cinema & DVD releases, wouldn't it make sense to do the same with television series?

And I know I'm a sad, geekoid sucker for getting so into a freakin' television programme, but I embrace it... it's cheaper than drugs, marginally less embarrassing than paying for sex and less likely to augment my waist than intravenous doughnut use.

Plus, it's safer than glitter.

On Thursday, I thought that I would help get Ava into the festive spirit by making paper snowflakes and buggering about with glitter. It really brought out the child in me. Great fun. Until it came to tidying up afterwards. You can't hoover glitter up; you can't wipe it up; picking each and every effing, minute piece of glitter up off the floor, the table and out of God knows where else with your fingertips is liable to drive you demented.

I won't tell you where I found some glitter this morning. I can only surmise I must gave breathed it in while eating my homemade veggie chilli last night.

Lots of rhyming gags featuring bewigged, 70's paedos and Far Eastern locations spring to mind, but I have a suspicion that my dad has dicovered this site, and I'd like him to still be labouring under the illusion that I'm a very good boy.

I missed Akira the Don in Liverpool on Friday night. I'm still getting over my heavy cold. I also missed the Liverpool vs. Boro game the next day; but, by then, I felt much better but had promised the tickets to Jez.

Bugger.

Yesterday, Jo, Ava, Ava's friend, Bella, and her mum, Chloe, decorated our Christmas tree. I was a bit bastard pissed off because I had walked all the way from B&Q carrying it, and had then spent two hours trying to make it stand up straight in the silly, screwy metal stand that it came with.

I was looking forward to decorating it so that I could eat some of the chocolates.

Jo's counted them. I need to buy my own 'secret stash'.

While they were doing the tree, I was pre-recording my radio show for Christmas night. It features my Top 50 Welsh Tunes from 2005. And, you know what, 50 isn't enough. I've had to miss loads out... no Super Furries, for example... but I figured that they get enough exposure elsewhere, and the majority of the 50 are unsigned, demo tracks.

Hopefully the show will give credence to my belief that 2005 has been the best year for Welsh music since I started doing radio in 1994. If anyone's listening on Christmas night, that is... Back to the top of the page...