Today I am listening to ABBA while writing scenarios. I started a paragraph there about how stupid & annoying scenarios are but then realised, “I don’t care” and so stopped. ABBA are good though. I was in love with Agnetha of course, but she turned out to be the bonkers one which makes me concerned about my taste in women. I suspect I should actually have married Anni-Frid.

As an aside, I’m surprised you chicks are so into ABBA. I mean, you didn’t have the fun of deciding whether you’d rather sh*g Benny or Bjorn.

Or maybe you did. I’d rather not know.

At the weekend we were invited to Lisa’s flat for dinner. This is surprisingly unusual and we’ve probably only been to hers half a dozen times as she usually comes to us where the chicks can watch reality TV while I make dinner. Lisa made roast lamb (eating at someone else’s house is vegetarian loophole #1) and followed it up with some Nordic blueberry tart. It was rather nice, but totally raw in the centre.

“I got bored and biffed it out of the oven early,” she explained.

Then we drank wine and watched rubbish music videos, none of which pre-dated the millennium.

“How can they claim this is a party mix with no Madonna??”

So anyway, hence the drunken FB message from me at the weekend. I hope you could hear those quotes coming directly from Lisa.