No, No, 250 Million Times No!

I can only react to this news like Barney Gumble - even though I am - o yes I am! - maintaining my course set fair of staying off the wagon throughout January.

With that, the album keeping me sane above all others is From a Basement on a Hill by Sir Elliott Smith; while I've been reading bits and bobs of How to Be Alone by Jonathan Franzen, alongside my daily portions of Nabokov.

Watched the movie adaptation of American Psycho again last night, as it was on TV, and it reaffirmed my view that it's better than the book. For one thing, the film delivers the message in a tenth of the time it would take you to read the novel; and the movie adds little cupcakes of pleasure such as the scene where two girls get it on while psycho Bateman eulogises the 'supreme artistry' of Whitney Houston's The Greatest Love of All.

And good as Christian Bale is in the title role, I still insist that Tom Cruise should have played Patrick Bateman. His presence would have given us all all kinds of pomo fun.

Right. They're coming to take me away again . . .

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