I know - with a sinking feeling not unlike when you know you're caught a bug and are about to get very ill - that at some stage I'll get sucked in by the way a couple of the contestants will rise to the challenge and will, measurably and in front of our very eyes (and ears), get much, much better.
Well I wasn't going to write that, but it's a little late now, innit?
What I should be doing is amalgamating all the assorted little scribbled notes from the last week into a new to-do list for this week, a task that will simultaneously allow me to prioritise all that has to be prioritised.
Ah fuckit, I can do that tomorrow morning.
Or later, such as immediately before one of the more prioritised activities actually has to be performed.
Instead, I will link you to a memorably nostalgic piece by AA Gill in which he proves that he can do other things apart from skewering incompetent restaurateurs.
I think you will enjoy.
But if you didn't...oh OK then, here you go:
Shame I only ran across this after posting.