Close every door...

Tonight has seen the culmination of the gayest show ever - "Any Dream Will Do" - the BBC's search for someone to star as Joseph in the new West End production. Rainbow coats, crying boys looking suspiciously orange, and great TV especially if you love musical theatre. Lee won in the end, with most of the votes for him probably being cast by my mum who has a habit of becoming obsessed with these sorts of shows (I recall the night of the first Pop Idol final when she pressed the wrong button on the phone and got put through to me, rather than redialling the line to vote for Will Young - I answered and was met by a very confused mother who shouted "I didn't mean to phone you, I was trying to vote for Will" before putting the phone down so she could continue with her redialling frenzy). Anyway, back to Joseph, I'm sure I've mentioned it before but it is my belief that most normal people have been in a production of Joseph at school, and probably still know most of the words. In fact, I know I have mentioned it before because I recall some readers commenting that they hadn't in fact been in it at school, which rather messed up that theory.

Moving nicely onto the next topic, this evening I have had to "Close Every Door" (and window) in my house as my neighbour is having a rather noisy BBQ party next door. As long as they don't wake me up at 5am by singing loudly, which has happened before, I won't begrudge them the right to have the BBQ. One thing that certainly won't happen is the flames setting fire to the non-existant fence that doesn't exist between our gardens, he still hasn't put it up about 3 years after taking it down to do his decking, so I will have to go and do some nagging I think as I'm fed up of not having any privacy. So I am sitting indoors very much enjoying listening to the new Rufus Wainwright album. He's someone I'd like to see live, so will have to keep an eye out for his next tour as sadly missed out earlier this year.

Had a fairly dull day today, just doing paperwork and shopping and stuff, and trying out some recipes in time for picnic season. Made a delicious frittata which turned out very well, so that might be something to take along to Wembley next weekend for the Muse gig as apparently the food there consists mainly of nasty expensive burgers. Also made some bread, rather cheese and herb wholemeal rolls, which are satisfyingly dense but very nice dipped in soup. Not sure I'll brave the farmer's market tomorrow as really I'm trying to get rid of a lot of food before I go on holiday, but will probably wander into town en-route to the gym and see what happens.