So called because I get the day off work. Which is a Good thing. And because Shaun of the Dead opens today. Which is also a Good thing, although I’ll have to reserve judgment on the film until I’ve seen it.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who transferred late to Earls Park, arriving for the third series of Footballers [sic] Wives, and I’m sure I’m not the only one who’ll be devastated this evening once the last episode is over. Tacky (while stylish) and melodramatic, Footballers Wives is a breath of fresh air in a schedule of dumbed down documentaries and dreary dramas. With Ross Kemp in. Or John Hannah.

It also brings back memories of seminal US series Sunset Beach, an incredible, over-the-top show in which half the cast were trying desperately to make their careers and the other half were playing it for laughs. As far as I know, it was the only soap to have characters artificially aged by cursed jewelry, but I won’t surprised if I find that’s par for the course in American soaps.

Footballers Wives occasionally seems to think it’s pushing the boundaries, which may be slightly over-stating its importance, but there will nevertheless be a Wednesday-night-TV-shaped gap in my life next week. Fortunately, my local library appears to stock the videos of the first two series. Good to see my council tax is doing some good.

It was somewhat unexpectedly that I found myself on BBC Radio Five Live last Wednesday. They couldn’t get a LibDem MP on to take part in their top-up fees debate and so, prompted by a friend, I phoned in. Within minutes, I was standing in a quiet street in Westminster debating higher education funding live with Tory MP Charles Hendry and Labour MP Kevin Brennan.

It was more unexpectedly that I found myself at BBC Television Centre, home of said radio station, on Thursday. The NUS, this time, failed to offer a speaker to discuss political protest so the production team decided to call on “that good LibDem we had yesterday”. The debate was good fun, in the studio with Simon Mayo, although less adversarial than Wednesday’s.

Anyway, just to prove it, here’s a picture of me in the studio (in the corner) courtesy of the Five Live webcam.

I feel like a shameless victim of peer pressure, but I guess that’s unavoidable. I am now a blogger. I’ll try not to post too often for fear of raising expectations.

See you in a few months then.