Last night I dreamt that someone I used to know was stalking me, and surprisingly it wasn't a man! Then I dreamt that the car the garage have lent me would only turn left. I wish I had more exciting dreams.

Bizarrely when I woke up someone from my past had tried to get in touch with me: a woman who I used to work with found me on Facebook. She joined at a strange time and things didn't really go that smoothly, but when she left I couldn't help thinking things could have been different if I'd been nicer. But she's gone and I don't want here popping up in my life again. Damn Facebook!

As for the car, well I'm a bit preoccupied with that at the moment. Mine may come back today, although I'm a bit terrified about it. What, if after all this time, they still haven't made it work properly? Also, I know that previously when cars have given me trouble or become expensive that's when their days have become numbered. And I don't like the thought that I might feel like that about this car. So please God let it all be alright!

And finally I leave you with this week's most unexpected picture: Morrissey, naked.



That makes me feel a little odd.

So, Valkyrie, how was it? Well, not as bad as I feared but nowhere near as good as it ought to have been!

My biggest fear was Tom Cruise, whose personal life has overshadowed his films of late, first with the split from Nicole Kidman, then the Scientology nonsense, and most recently turning Katie Holmes into his robot wife. It’s hard to think of him without the word “twat” going through my mind. And of course Tom was doing what he does in every film – saving the world. OK, he might not have saved the world in Cocktail, but I bet he thought he was as he shook those stupid shakers. Anyway, this time he wasn’t saving the world from aliens, but from Hilter. Dear God.

It’s a true story apparently although certainly one I’ve never heard. That would be my shocking lack of interest in history thanks to an equally shocking history education – hang your head in shame Miss Reeve! It ought to have been exciting: there were bombs, huge armies, treason, intrigue, danger, and lots of striding round, and yet somehow they managed to make a very, very dull film instead. At least it seemed to go quite quickly.

Practically all the cast were English – clearly we’re the go-to people for Nazi villains. One general after another turned out to be another English actor I recognised until I lost count. There were a lot of generals, which was part of the problem. It was a pleasant surprise to see Terence Stamp amongst them, a less welcome one to see Eddie Izzard, who might be the world’s best stand-up comedian but I’ve yet to be convinced by any acting he’s ever done. It's always nice to see Kenneth Branagh, but his face is getting softer and rounder and he now looks strangely like Elton John! I spent far too long trying to work out who the young man playing Tom’s sidekick was, and when I got home the penny dropped: it was one of the boys from The History Boys – didn’t he do well! Or not.

Tom wasn’t too bad. He did his usual Tom thing and didn’t try and convert anyone to a mad religion. He did have rather fab hair though – a nice wavy fringe which I spent far too long enjoying, which tells you pretty much everything you need to know about how interesting the film was.

Of course you know how it all ends, but that didn’t actually spoil the film. At times when their plan seemed to be going really well I forgot that it failed. They got so close and were only thwarted by a sunny day! The whole thing wasn’t a complete disaster, but I wouldn’t go unless you’re absolutely fascinated by that kind of thing.

Today I've been throwing things away like a madman! It started before breakfast, got a bit frenzied at lunchtime when I started chucking away out of date spices, and has continued tonight - the shed floor is now littered with stuff to go to the tip tomorrow.

And finally, exciting car news: Princess Eugenie - daughter of the increasingly pointless Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson - has just passed her driving test, and according to the vile Daily Mail she owns a Figaro. Just like me! I can't work out if that's exciting or completely shameful.

Hello lovelies!

I think I turned a corner mood-wise today, although it was touch and go! Progress is being made with the car: the turbo turned up but when they tried to fit it they couldn't get the oxygen meter out of the old one, so I've got to have one of those as well! But it might all be done next week. Fingers crossed.

This evening I'm off to see the Tom Cruise Nazi film, which I have a horrid feeling is going to be dreadful but we'll see....

I was in a strange mood yesterday, one of those dangerous ones where I don't trust myself to make sensible decisions, when I'm better off hiding at home. At one point in the afternoon I'd decided I was going to spend the evening scouring the county for sushi, which was a pretty stupid thing to want to do. But instead I went to the cinema.

I went to see Milk, surely the most eagerly anticipated gay film since Brokeback Mountain. It's the true story of Harvey Milk, the first openly gay man to be elected to public office, was then assassinated by a fellow politician. It's set in the 1970s and yet seems very, very relevant now.

It begins with archive footage of a raid on a gay bar, where all the men where arrested and bundled into police cars. It's a shocking start, like a punch in the stomach, and it doesn't really let up. By the time the film ended I was exhausted and wanted to weep, but in a good way - the film is fantastic!

Sean Penn plays Harvey Milk, which could have been tricky as he's not one of my favourite actors - he's too macho, and too full of his own opinions, so I can never see him as anyone but himself and have hardly ever liked anything he's been in. But he's fantastic! I don't really understand acting, sometimes it seems nothing more than putting on a costume and doing a funny voice, but in this he does something amazing with his face, making it move in ways that you don't normally associate with him, it really is like he becomes another person!

The rest of the cast are great too, particularly the actor who plays his boyfriend. They have a completely believable chemistry, and when they kiss it is just so natural! Men kissing in films often annoys me, it always seems awkward and stands out, as if it's making a point - there might as well be subtitles on the screen saying, "oh my God, men kissing!" But in this they kiss in the way that real people kiss, and as they're both straight bravo them!

They use a lot of old film and photographs in it which works really well, really giving it a sense of time and place. San Francisco looks amazing, as do the people. And it's useful to be reminded as I sit in my big gay bubble just how lucky I am, how much I take for granted, and how much things have changed in my own lifetime. But that makes it sound dull, which it really isn't, it's got so much warmth in it. Go and see it, you won't regret it I promise you!

I'd gone hoping to cheer myself up, but it's not that kind of film. I wandered back to the car in shock, just wanting to cry. When I got home I just wanted to curl up in bed with someone's arms around me, fall asleep on their chest and feel safe, but it wasn't to be. So I had trifle instead.

Yesterday was of course Burns Night, more particularly the 250th anniversary of Robbie Burns' birth. As Mum is Scottish it was a good excuse to have haggis for lunch. I love haggis! I know the ingredients don't sound particularly appetising but the end result is gorgeous! No supermarket haggis for us, we had proper Scottish haggis from a good butcher in the town where the company I work for have a factory. It was a triumph! Lots of mashed potato and mashed swede with it - a little piece of heaven on a plate!

Anyway, to celebrate the wonder of Scotland let's enjoy a picture of Ewan Macgregor in a kilt:



You so would wouldn't you!

In the afternoon I went for coffee with the 24 year old. It's the first time I've seen him in two weeks, the first time since he admitted that he'd like us to be more than friends and I told him I wouldn't. He keeps saying how much we like each other as friends and that it's not all about sex, so I thought it would be good to do something friendly, so we sat in Cafe Nero and gossiped for two hours. But we didn't talk about what had been said before, and it was really obvious that we weren't. Still, at least we were talking. And it was a more fun way to spend the afternoon than with a pile of ironing!

Today has just been annoying: the server at work was down until 3pm and as everything is so computerised there was literally nothing to do, so we all sat around surfing the net for most of the day. It becomes obvious quite rapidly that news doesn't happen that quickly and after an hour you've pretty much read all the news there is to read. By the time everything was up and running again we were all more than a little bit snappy. What fun!

Last night was the first gig of the year, so it was lovely that it was at my favourite venue: the old church that is now Norwich Arts Centre. And even more lovely that I went to see the delicious Teddy Thompson.

I'm a little bit in love with Teddy, so it's slightly scary to think that he only came into my life by accident and things could have been so different. It's all that Rufus' fault - he was buggering about with his Judy Garland stuff instead of getting on with a new album - and still is! - so I needed a stand in. Teddy is a friend of Rufus - surely a modern day version of a friend of Dorothy? - so he was an obvious place to start.

I only saw him play live for the first time last January, and at that point had only had his albums for a couple of months. Now I know his stuff well enough to realise that his Separate Ways album is a thing of genius. His latest album seems glossier and harder to like, but seeing it live helped make sense of it so I'm going back to it with new ears later.

The venue is tiny, only 290 people crammed into where the pews used to go - the nave? - and everyone seemed to be full of genuine warmth for Teddy. He didn't disappoint! He had a band who rocked and they played pretty much all of the new album, plus selected songs from the past, including one song I'd never heard before played completely acoustically so he could enjoy the sound of the church. You could have heard a pin drop, it was a beautiful moment!

Highlights? It seems rude to like one thing more than others, but the song that always does it for me is I wish it was over, which begin: I wish it was over/I wish we were through/I wish when the phone rang/It wasn't always you. How fabulously honest about love! It sounds strange but this is how I want love to feel, not like some stupid Celine Dion song.

And Teddy himself is just lovely - a tall, skinny, pale, ginger boy who lives in New York and is ridiculously talented but doesn't think he is. He needs someone to tell him how wonderful he is. I want to be that man! But he's straight. Boo! But Teddy did help me put myself back together - I've felt a bit down the last few days, what with the car business, the bank nonsense and the 24 year old foolishness. My confidence has taken a bit of a knock and I've just wanted to hide, but a few sad songs about love and everything is better - how odd!

I could go on for days but instead I'll leave you with this clip of him and Rufus singing King of the Road, which they recorded for the Brokeback Mountain soundtrack. Genius!