Three awesome things.

• Children of Men, the dystopian "oh no people can't make kids anymore" film from Alfonso Cuaron. It's possibly better (IE stupendously great) if you've lived in London for any period of time, but it's really incredibly good anyway.



• The No2ID comedy show at Hackney yesterday, apart from Kevin Bloody Eldon and Gary Le Strange (who there is actually no excuse for, at least Kevin Eldon had some jokes, left to die on the mountaintop of his twattishness though they might be). Most of the comics were good, the compere (Daniel Kitson), grew on us as the evening progressed, and we got to see Josie Long! and Wil Hodgson! and Dara O'Briain! Also it was the only thing I did all weekend, having gone from near-fatal bike accident to vicious throat-lurgy.



• Such Great Heights, as performed acapella. Being infinitely old, I hadn't heard the original before. When did Amerindie bands start using bleeps in a non-"There's always been an electronica element to our whining" way?

Fall down go boom (AGAIN)

(If you've heard about this already, I'm not going to be saying anything you didn't hear. I settle on a canonical version of a tale early on and stick with it, that is very much how I roll)

So on Friday morning, on my way into work (just opposite the Princess Louise), having just overtaken a garbage truck, my left foot slipped off the pedal, sideways into the bit of the bike which is generally the domain of the gears and chain. I went down immediately, no second of "Oh Jesus", just a jumble of sky and bike. As immediately as possible, I thought "SH1T! TRUCK!" and got to the side of the road. The truck had stopped, my bike lay in the middle of the road, something was still bouncing around beside it. I first thought it was my saddle, but that was still attached, so it was after a litle thought that I raised my hands behind me and realised it was MY SKULL! half of the back of my helmet. I wuv my helmet. And I will wuv the next one too.

Actual damage list: big scrapes on knuckles, wrist, elbow, shoulder. Twisted ankle, but after a friendly person helped me the five minutes into work, and the local first aider elevated it and put some ice on, it was fine by going home time. Slightly related damage is that I was expecting to cycle home and come back out in more solid clothing, so I wandered around, including going to the cinema and then waiting half an hour for a bus, in a sleeveless jacket and t-shirt => throat lurgy all weekend oh noes.

I will have to think, about cycling.

[Edit: now with photo of helmet]