Ballarò etc

If you're in Italy tomorrow, speak Italian, have a television, and care about the lettori situation, don't miss Ballarò on Rai Due around 9 pm.

If any of the above conditions do not apply, I suggest you do something more rewarding with your time.

Like waste it on Facebook, for example. I swore I'd not fall into the maws of another over-hyped time-devouring virtual monster (Yes, I did visit Second Life; no, I didn't go back), but Baroque in Hackney lured me in with promises of nylons discounted Salt books, including hers (eyes right), and how could I say no? As a result, I've just spent half an hour becoming a fan of, among others, David Boreanaz (and I'm not sure I can even spell his name). Is this any way for a 54-year-old published author to behave? Now she thinks she can make it up to me by sending me a picture of a flowerpot with some rather odd flowers sticking out of it. Hah! I may have to retaliate... A zombie hug? A poke? (If only I knew what they were.)

Still, I now have 34 friends. Not bad.