The alien virus continues. It feels like there's something big growing inside me. Not quite so bad as when the Alien bursts out of Hurt's stomach, but close. I suppose people used to watch TV in bed when they were ill. Somehow, blogging seems more constructive. My book is too heavy... poor me.

There doesn't appear to be any footage at all of Jimmy Page and Leona Lewis at the closing Olympic ceremony but there are plenty of stills with the accompanying soundtrack. The best of these is probably this one at youtube. For what it's worth, as far as this sort of thing goes, it's not too bad. As Mick Wall pointed out in his own blog this is more the domain of Brian May than Page, but hey... it's over now. I like Leona. At least she can sing and appears to be handling it well. You can't begrudge success when it's backed by that much talent. With two young girls living in the same house, you learn to like a lot of stuff otherwise you end up saying things like "What kind of man desecrates a defenceless text book!" and "What is that! A Twisted Sister pin on your uniform... you're worthless and weak - you do nothing, you are nothing... you sit in here all day and play that sick repulsive electric twanger..."

Stop now. It brings back too many memories, but for those of you who have no idea what I'm going about - here - and if you're really interested the evening I saw this one day after school, my life changed forever and ever. (If you're already an SMF - this is quite cool, if not you should probably move along the bus).