A few years ago my girlfriend and I thought it wise to galvanise our relationship with the addition of something small, furry and with no bladder control. I could be taking about a mini version of myself but I am actually talking about the purchase of a puppy.

I rarely watch any kind of TV series nowadays. The commitment levels required of me to dedicate a specific time on a specific day of the week for six months or more surpass my Y chromosome’s tolerance threshold and therefore triggers fear.

The use of my Sky + system, which enables me to record any programme and also automatically locates future episodes, has somewhat alleviated the problem of commitment. However, with two of us in the household, each with our own occasionally mutually exclusive viewing preferences, the 20 GB of space is proving to be more restrictive than one might imagine. Managing the content on the hard drive and discussing what should be deleted and what should be saved is something I could live without.

Some of you may remember me mentioning The Totally Rad Show / Dudes in some of my previous blog posts. I am sure though that most of you will be completely oblivious as to what I was referring to. No, it is not the usually suspects of friends that gather at Phylaktis pad and hurl abuse at each other about the most mundane of things, although they too are Rad but in their own "special" way.