I know I'm a fully paid up member of the 6 Music Dad target demographic but I can't be dealing with Cerys on a Sunday morning. See also: Mary Anne Hobbs That bloke off of Elbow Occasional Gil(l)es Peterson

In the gym early with all the other self-righteous people who didn't get pissed last night

At the British Museum. The Samurai exhibition is ace. Now looking at endless displays of looted crockery

Off to London tomorrow where, according to a thick bloke at work, I will be stabbed

What's been a long old shitty week is being crowned by the bloke digging up the pavement outside my house with a jackhammer

Trying to get my head round Sartre, Beauvoir and existentialism as part of my studies. Completely fucked off with it so am contemplating the philosophical essence of a bag of cans and 1981's finest pop hits instead

Christ, LinkedIn really is a pile of dreadful old wank

Unexpected Tuesday night pints

Four power cuts here tonight

Terrible news about Mandelson. Former colleague of mine met him a few times and, though a normally very polite mild-mannered person, summed him up as 'a pompous cunt'

Daft soppy cat jumped up on my desk and started licking me and now I smell of 'poultry feast'

'Grounding flip-flops' Fuck right off

Only having one car is great from a saving money/cutting pollution perspective but not so clever when I've got to walk to Sainsbury's in this shitty weather to buy my dinner

Youngest boy home for the weekend. Walked in the door, ate a whole tin of tuna and went straight to bed. I suspect he was out last night

Pretty sure the Winter Olympics finished three weeks ago and they've had the coverage on a loop ever since. How can there still be more curling?

Discovered this morning that when Mrs F did the washing before she went away she only washed her clothes so I've had to deploy the pants of last resort

Mrs F has gone to her mum's for the weekend, so that means one thing... Get the central heating on full blast

Just spent £5.60 on a loaf of poncey bread

Listening to some Radio 4 comedy at the gym

Just walked up the post office to post a letter. Got there to find I'd left the letter at home

Mrs F is playing the piano

My job is usually fairly low stress but this week has been proper mad. So special mention to my boss who, amid the mayhem, took all of yesterday off because of 'car trouble'

Having a day for the memoirs lads. Two hour teams call, a revolving door of people with stupid questions they could answer themselves and now the dentist

Wednesday bag of cans

In the gym. It's full of spotty youths with hair like broccoli

Booked a holiday to the Outer Hebrides

And now the cat's dropped an absolute stinker in its litter tray. Glorious lunch break

Christ, wholemeal pittas are joyless creations

As our leaders seemingly believe anything they're told, please welcome the new ambassador to the US

So fucked off with the weather and general February misery that we're booking holidays

I for one welcome the continuing deluge as it's preventing Mrs F making me dig holes in the garden this weekend

Off to watch a foreign film at the local arts centre

Had my head in the study for the past week. Submitted my essay early, not because it's any good just got fed up looking at it. Some me time now

Normal service has resumed in the football

Friday. About fucking time

Hit me Paul Shane one more time

Just done the RSPB garden watch

Mrs F is away this weekend. So while the cat's away the mouse is sitting on the sofa in his pants watching TV

I've cracked lads

Gym was absolutely packed so guess which total roaster fell over getting off the cross-trainer and skinned his shin?

19 days of no drinking, healthy eating and regular exercise and I've lost bugger-all weight. I'm telling myself it's because fat is being turned to muscle. So in six months time I'll have a rippling spare tyre of muscle around my midriff

The three people on here who used to follow me on Twitter many years ago may remember occasional mention of Mr 'I wear shorts in any weather', one of the junior football dads with a self-explanatory nickname

Mrs F has a fun day out with friends ahead while I've got a serious day in with a book about religious and political divides in 20th century Ireland

I've had a croque monsieur for lunch

This reminds me of the primary school assembly where my kid got a certificate 'for excellent colouring in'

Going to find a new job where the role's essential criteria include 'Absolutely no meetings ever'. I miss the approach of journalism where people got together, decided what they were doing and just got on with it

Six of my seven working hours today will be in meetings

Been ploughing through my study this weekend. Biggest takeaway is Stravinsky's music is right racket

Been to the gym lads. First time since getting over my Christmas lurgy. Am a podgy sweaty mess