There is nothing sadder than a grown man alone in the house eating chocolate spread from the jar with a spoon.

Thankfully nobody’s about to mistake me for a full-grown man just yet, so I’ll have to settle for runner up in the sad bastard competition. Besides, I’m sure sad bastards don’t watch Scrubs. And if they do, I bet they watch it naked and idly tug at themselves when Elliot is on the screen… or something.

Oh, I totally plan on seeing Goblet of Fire this week too, which I’m sure is something sad people don’t do! I wonder if this time it’ll be a film capable of standing on its own, rather than a dodgy movie to check out if you enjoyed the book. A review in the paper described it as arousing “more genuine emotion than the book”, though it declined to mention precisely which emotions were aroused in the reviewer. Is “I liked the book better” an emotion? Or how about “jesus, you’d think these kids could afford acting lessons by now”?

Needless to say, I’m keeping an open mind!