Mario

Sat down to a late lunch at the Nando's opposite King's Cross and shortly they're playing Franco's Mario.

Now, I was never a huge fan mainly because I was too young to appreciate the music. But like most miros living away from home, anything that reminds me of home sets my heart fluttering. Can't get images of old timers dancing to this and Kofi's Loi at Daytona, out of my head.

I haven't heard anything sound so beautiful in a long while. Great start to the weekend.

Speaking of which, off to get it started.

Weight Gains and The Human Stain

Low point. Finally clambering onto a scale this morning. Shock and horror - 62 bloody kgs! Now that might not seem a lot but I’m not exactly big-boned so I can’t even use that excuse. Mostly boobage though coz I’m one of those thin girls with the boobs of a fat chick plopped on their chests. Told my instructor about the weight gain and before I knew it, I was signed up for boot-camp starting Tuesday morning. How I’m supposed to drag myself into Central London for a 7.30 class I’m not sure, but it’s time to knuckle down and get the gym thing done properly. None of this half-assed once-twice a week visits.

Highlight of my day – catching Philip Roth's The Human Stain on TV just as I was about to turn in. Probably the only readable thing he’s ever written. Didn't even know they'd turned it into a movie. Made Zuckerman almost twenty years younger, not that I mind staring at Gary Sinise’s pretty face.

Movie didn't do the book any justice.