Just watching/trying to ignore King Kong. Amazing graphics, yes; but what they have done by making the graphics... well, graphic, is make it also absurd. KK in full swing snatchies up a guy... not hurting him at all - come on, he weighs like 10-12 tons vs 12 stone, full sweeping snatch - broken bones everywhere, not least the neck. The bugs... a guy blasting away with a machine-gun at 15 feet - aiming at a guy covered in bugs... yeah, right, not hitting him once. It's full of such "No Physics Involved Here" stupidity that I find it just ludicrous.

Maybe it's just me.

Doubt it.

Politicians are like artists.

Honest, and here's how. Before the advent of the camera artists were commissioned to paint whatever the person paying them wanted painting; a horse, landscape, self, wife, whatever. He painted it, got paid, everyone happy. Then the commissions stopped. The artist had to decide what to do... so modern art evolved as artists started painting whatever they wanted - “I'm fascinated by brush strokes so I'll do a canvas showing all the possible brush strokes. It can be black, because it's not the picture that matters.” Like that. An unmade bed. Whatever. Garbage. But here's the thing. If you don't tell artists what to do you can't blame them for doing whatever they want.

Politicians are like artists. If you don't tell them what to do...

Living in close proximity to my two young nephews, who are just 5 and 20 months or so, is proving an interesting experience in many ways. I have delved back into memory to try and recapture not just the events but the attitudes, the way I thought at that age – five, that is, I don't think I have much hope of recapturing much from one (though I do have a memory from that age I suspect that's about as good as it's going to get). Anyway, youth one seems to think it is ok to piss anywhere he likes. Now, I know I didn't do that but can't quite remember when I stopped (potty training memories don't abound but I have a few – it seemed straightforward enough). I remember being three and pissing in a puddle in the car-park, and being shouted at for it by a random occupant of the flats – not that I cared. And that's about it. So, I guess I'm wondering if this is a failure of memory, which I doubt (I mean, 5, I remember pretty much everything from that age), or if this is just one kids poor attitude to the task at hand. I don't doubt I would have gotten a fairly solid clump around the ear for pissing in a draw or wardrobe at his age. Maybe that happened a little earlier and I got the idea (at three and four memories are not complete) but it can't have been a big deal or I would remember.

Maybe I'll ask mum. Soooo, mum, did I ever piss in a wardrobe? If so, when and what did you do to dissuade me from repetition?